Deep into the night, when everything was quiet, Lin Feng sat with Tian Zhongdao under the eaves, looking at the bright moon and drinking fine wine.
"What are, you, thinking about?" Tian Zhongdao asked.
"I was thinking... about what the Peak Master told me before. He said I should establish my own Dao, but even now, I don't understand what the Dao is or what my own Dao is,"
Lin Feng said.
"Your, own, Dao? Even, many, powerful figures from the Yin Yang Realm, don't, understand it, right?"
Tian Zhongdao said.
Lin Feng nodded and replied, "But what the Peak Master meant was that establishing one's own Dao is unrelated to cultivation level, and the sooner one establishes their own Dao, the better it is for cultivation."
Tian Zhongdao showed a thoughtful expression.
"Why didn't you call me for a drink?" Just then, the voice of an old drunkard came.
The old drunkard popped up from somewhere and jumped onto the eaves.
