The faint light of dawn.
The young man was sitting cross-legged under a tree to cultivate his energy, while Lu Shanjun watched him breathe frost and gather cold dew on his fingertips, full of admiration, feeling further that he was surely an excellent hand at teaching disciples.
Condensing ferocity into frost.
This young man had already mastered the Tiger Demon Fist.
One practices recklessly, one learns recklessly.
One dares to teach, one dares to learn.
Yet it worked out, and it wasn't even a martial art within the worldly martial arts realm. To be serious about it, it was already a method for cultivating into immortality.
