Xu Shu:...
What the hell, wasn't riding a sewing machine supposed to be for making clothes for me?
How did it end up stripping me down?
Are you reliable at all, you old scholar?
Xu Shu's smile was a bit stiff, and he politely asked, "Sir, please continue. This junior is gaining great insight, and it's very enlightening."
The old man nodded and said, "Hmm, your attitude towards learning is commendable! In short, due to the special nature of that sect, everyone's cultivation path somewhat relies on external things. While some have strayed into unconventional paths, anything can develop its unique lineage, justifying the name Penglai Wanfa.
"Look at that guy, no surprises, he's a Mishu!"
Xu Shu followed the direction of the old man's finger and saw a middle-aged fat man buying some hot dishes from a woman selling train lunches, then grabbing a dark wooden bucket filled with fragrant rice and devouring it crazily.
"Uh..."
