Under the moonlit night.
In front of the wilderness ancient temple, a bonfire burned brightly, occasionally making a "crackle" sound.
The fat Taoist suddenly straightened up, looking at a certain place with his eyebrows twitching.
"Senior brother, why am I feeling restless all of a sudden?"
Cultivators emphasize the skill of sitting still and entering a state of tranquility. They remain motionless while sitting for days and nights.
But at this moment, the fat Taoist's blood energy was restless, and his inner peace was disturbed, which was obviously abnormal.
The thin and clear Taoist looked at the horizon with an indifferent expression.
"In the dark, cause and effect are intertwined. If you have formed a connection, you will naturally feel it."
"You mean..." The fat Taoist caught the idea and blurted out.
"Your little disciple's tribulation has come."