Ding Huan suddenly grew excited as he stared at Lao Liu.
Feeling Ding Huan's burning gaze, the Six-Eared Macaque trembled with fear, thinking to itself, "Big brother, I've been very cooperative, I'll write whatever you want me to write."
"Lao Liu, you should know the 72 Transformations, right? No, it should be the Tian Gang and Di Sha Transformations, right? Hurry and write them down. And also all your great divine powers, write those down too..."
Ding Huan's eyes were on Lao Liu like a big bad wolf, yet his tone was as warm as a doting grandparent.
"I can't write them down…" Lao Liu simply wrote these four words.
"Um..." Ding Huan hummed, but the harshness in his voice was unmistakably clear.
Lao Liu quickly wrote, "This is a Daoist Skill, it requires transmission by a Daoist master. It cannot be conveyed in writing or, to put it another way, my abilities are insufficient to articulate it in text. Besides, this paper could not withstand it."