Zhang Hang quietly sidled up to Gu Zhao. "What's a White Bone God Monarch?"
"It's a realm of Cultivation," Gu Zhao said with a straight face. "Have you heard of the White Bone Temple?"
"I actually have," Zhang Hang nodded, a bit puzzled. "But isn't that a Buddhist Sect thing?"
"It's a similar concept, more or less," Gu Zhao bullshitted him. "It's about realms of Cultivation. You wouldn't understand."
Zhang Hang wanted to roll his eyes at Gu Zhao, but then he remembered the man had real skills—the scene where he attracted Red-crowned Cranes just by practicing a fist routine made him feel a little less confident.
'There really is something to metaphysics!'
"Hey, don't let all that talent go to waste. How long has it been since you last posted a short video?" Zhang Hang changed the subject. "Everyone's been begging for the master to return, whether it's in my comments or the ones from Xiao Ya and the others."
