Zhang Chen listened to Ying's words and suddenly felt that his choice of words was somewhat inappropriate. What did he mean by 'dumb ass'?
That was really unpleasant!
"Although there are three thousand disciples in the Daoist Temple, they are just mediocre." Ying's voice carried a hint of arrogance: "At Huangli Temple, we don't chant scriptures or meditate, we only cultivate the Martial Dao and revere one Huangting Scripture, while worshiping the Supreme True God."
Zhang Chen listened to Ying's words and knew that the crucial point was coming, so he pricked up his ears and listened extra carefully.
Ying continued: "The so-called Martial Dao is nothing more than honing the sinews and bones, applying Power, but the Huangting Scripture involves nurturing the Essence, Qi, and Spirit, which must not be neglected in the slightest. Future Sitting Cross-legged and Embracing the Core cannot do without comprehending the Huangting Scripture."
