"I did not expect that the exalted Saint Monk would use such a cliché method akin to 'cooking uncooked rice' to take disciples."
"I suppose if the competitors are the second-generation patriarchs from the Three Daoist Sects, it would require significant effort, hence taking advantage of proximity to seize the initiative?"
"I just don't know what kind of calamity the first disaster that Master Golden Cicada has set for me will be?"
"I have little greed; the killing intent in my heart is also faint. If I were to be struck, perhaps it will be... a disaster of lust?"
Great Demon Tao was evidently quite self-aware, knowing his own weaknesses.
This random guess happened to be right.
Merely three days later, in the main hall of the Peach Blossom Temple, while Tao Qian was pondering over the second cultivation of that "Ten Thousand Refining Spirit God," he had a sudden premonition.
Given his cultivation realm, such premonitions have their reasons.
