Axe Warrior

"The Way can be understood, and surname can be named, but not ordinary.
Without a name, it's the beginning of heaven and earth. With a name, it's the mother of all things.
Well, there might be another 'name,' called the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, hehe..."
"I've achieved enlightenment! I've achieved enlightenment!
HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Watching his fellow Daoist whose skull has split open, the ribcage torn, growing wings of flesh, and flying into the sky,
Li Fan, with lingering fear, stops his sermon for the day.
"Sigh, I can't just blabber about the Daoist skill anymore, I've driven another one mad..."

The Taoist ancestor is Cthulhu

The master slowed down, probably to give his two disciples some time to digest the information.


Yao Xuanzhou was already dumbfounded, the kind that comes from growing up in the mountains with little exposure to the wider world.


However, Li Fan was doing just fine. After all, there wasn't a big scene he hadn't seen before. His heart was completely calm, and he even arranged the tea set, filling a cup for the master and inviting him to moisten his throat and continue speaking.


The master looked at the performance of his two direct disciples and couldn't help but smile wryly as he took a sip of tea. It was good enough that Yao Xuanzhou managed to stay seated, but Li Fan's composure, unflustered by the falling of the sky, truly lived up to his reputation as a chosen disciple of fate.


Thus, the master moistened his throat and continued,


Chapter 417: Seven Friends