Is the Royal Heir Drunk?

"Good, then I'll trouble you with this, Sanfeng True Man."

"This is the Taoist breathing technique."

Zhu Youji bowed respectfully and suddenly raised his hand, placing two fingers as swift as lightning on Zhang Sanfeng's forehead.

Zhang Sanfeng raised an eyebrow but did not resist, allowing Zhu Youji to proceed.

From Zhu Youji's fingertips, several strands of light flickered, continuously moving back and forth, gradually transmitting the essence of the breathing technique to Zhang Sanfeng.

Countless fragments of memories flooded into Zhang Sanfeng's mind, making his eyes shine brightly. Given his martial arts cultivation, he naturally understood the immense benefits of the breathing technique.

"The old Taoist owes you another favor," Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply after receiving the memory, expressing his gratitude.