"try..."

under the shadow of the moon, the radiance of a silver moon penetrates the window lattice and spills into the room of immortal Zhangjiao Yuyang. The light sandalwood in the room emanates from the incense burner on the table in the room, and spreads to the whole room in a hazy way. Under the mapping of the dim yellow lights, it seems particularly mysterious and peaceful.

a voice came, and immortal Yuyang opened and closed his eyes slightly, as if thinking.

after a while, immortal Yuyang said: "well, Shifu is not on the mountain now, younger martial brother has been practicing for a long time, and all kinds of...