"Brother Stone, this is Mangcang Mountain. The spiritual bamboo grown here is quite tasty. Once we take over, I'll bring you to pick some to try!"
"Little Hu, don't forget what the old man instructed."
"Oh my dear Brother Stone, to speak frankly, even if we count back a few hundred years, the Mangcang Sect never produced a True Self Realm cultivator. The old man's words don't apply here... Besides, we're just picking a few bamboos to taste. To be blunt, even in ordinary times, when we brothers visit Mangcang Mountain, shouldn't the whole sect treat us like ancestors? Nowadays, just for picking a few bamboos to eat, we don't even need to speak up. Merely a slight indication from us, and those wanting to join our Iron Sword Sect would voluntarily bring them to us!"
"Better to be cautious, Huzi, don't let anything go wrong. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it to Sister Yue'er."
