In the freezing weather, Gao Zhijian, wearing short sleeves, had steam rising from his head as he walked up to Li Huowang, excitedly pointing at the military scripture, saying, "Practice."
Li Huowang understood what he meant—he wanted him to cultivate this Military cultivation technique. Li Huowang shook his head slightly. "No need, you practice it yourself. I don't need it right now."
If he had just left Qingfeng Taoist Temple and gotten his hands on this thing, he would have absolutely treated it as a treasure.
But compared to the Cultivation Technique he was training in now, and those Sitting Oblivion Path Divine Skills from Hong Zhong, this hard-edged military stuff just seemed a bit too dispensable.
As for being undead without a head, he could do that now too, as long as he didn't realize his head had fallen off.
