Tu Shan Jun, seated to one side with a wine cup in hand, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Yet he smiled and shook his head as though he had expected it all along.
If Big Head had no remarkable background, Tu Shan Jun himself would not have believed it.
Big Head's Dao Path was deeply concealed, yet it faintly seemed able to stand shoulder to shoulder with his own, perhaps even surpass it.
It was not that Tu Shan Jun was arrogant.
Given his age and years, there were exceedingly few who could keep pace with him. Moreover, because he had devoted himself to secluded cultivation and comprehending the Dao, he had not driven himself to race against every second, making his progress appear slow.
That was only slow in the eyes of great cultivators. In truth, he moved swiftly, yet steadily.
Even many prodigies from great sects could not compare to Tu Shan Jun.
No wonder Big Head had thought Tu Shan Jun had lived a second life.
And someone like Big Head, able to advance so steadily and swiftly, naturally possessed an immense background.
It was only that even Tu Shan Jun had not expected this to be Big Head's second-life body.
What puzzled Tu Shan Jun was that, if Big Head truly had such a background, he should have been able to raise his cultivation rapidly. Tu Shan Jun should not even have been qualified to glimpse his back.
Tu Shan Jun immediately voiced his doubt.
Big Head sighed and continued, "Living a second life is a general term. Everyone uses a different method."
"The method I used was to combine my own cultivation with a secret art, breaking free of the body's shackles. Like flowers blooming and falling, fallen leaves bearing fruit, then blooming once more."
"That