Zhang Ze composed himself, standing behind Tang, waiting for the Taoist to lecture him.
However, Tang remained silent for a long time, then suddenly, mischievously asked, "Kid, what are your thoughts on moving mountains?"
Zhang Ze, who had already prepared his emotions, was momentarily taken aback. He paused for a while, "What method? What are you talking about, Taoist?"
"The method of moving mountains, do you have any clues?" Tang said frankly and with ease.
"Don't you know how?" Zhang Ze asked.
"I should know, maybe." Tang replied somewhat uncertainly.
Zhang Ze, "?"
Zhang Ze moved in front of Tang, looked at his immortal-like appearance, "Taoist, don't mess with me, the method of moving mountains was your idea, asking me, a fake Golden Core."
