Next Day Morning…
Jia Kai already left the Pink Blossom tree sect on the mountain eagle.
Fatty Lambu chewed loudly on his honey-dripping bread, his round cheeks puffing like two dough balls.
Mo Han sat cross-legged beneath the Aruna tree, calm yet sharp, as though the morning mist itself was bowing to him. Fatty glanced at him suspiciously, sensing something serious about to be dropped on his head.
"Fatty," Mo Han began in a low tone, checking left and right as if spies were hiding in the bushes. "There's something you need to know about me. I… am a dual cultivator."
The bread stopped halfway to Lambu's mouth. "Pffft!" Honey sprayed out like a leaking gourd. "What?! Dual cultivator? Are you trying to scare me? Because if this is a prank, please never say this again—"
Mo Han's eyes narrowed, his tone steady. "I'm serious. My body constitution is that of a heavenly rank dual cultivator. You also know about it. I've already chosen this path. My cultivation… depends on it."
