You Mountain.
Master Tai Cheng swallowed a Heart Nourishing Pill and sat cross-legged on a huge boulder in the canyon, circulating his Grand Circulation twice before he exhaled a murky breath and opened his eyes, his complexion still ashen.
During the previous scathing mockery from that heartless disciple of the treacherous old thief Chi Yuan, he had largely ignored it, only to find that the insult had indeed physically stung his old face.
Daoist Taiyang had grown increasingly depraved and had let that Little Stiff harm several people. These actions and their consequences kept accumulating on him, causing significant hindrances and regressions in both his cultivation and his spiritual progress.
He had once thought he might influence the youth, but it turned out to be nothing but self-delusion and self-moved.
He had even stolen the Yin Yang Taiji Bagua Mirror from him, an heirloom passed down from generation to generation of temple masters, a most crucial artifact.
