Little Monk Seeks His Master to Return to the Mountain and Chant Sutras

Lu Bei had no idea what Yinglong was thinking. With the atmosphere having reached this point, he decisively followed the topic and continued, "Brother Yinglong, to be honest, I'm deeply passionate about Artifact Refining. From the moment I embarked on the path of cultivation, I dreamed of becoming the foremost Artifact Refining Grandmaster in the Immortality Cultivation World. Unfortunately, my aptitude and comprehension are extraordinarily good—I learn whatever I study—so I've been delayed until now without fulfilling that wish."

As he spoke, he beat his chest and stamped his feet. The sword path had led him astray.

Yinglong could not even be bothered to spare such shamelessness a glance. He waved a hand, intending to send him away.

Suddenly, he thought of something. Strange light flickered in the paper figure's eyes. "This seat already understands what you have in mind. Wait a few days. I certainly won't disappoint you."

What did you understand? I haven't said anything yet!

Yinglong gave Lu Bei no chance to ramble. With a grand sweep of his hand, he moved on to the final topic. Pointing at the forest of steles covering the ground, he said that the Black Pattern Masks were scattered everywhere and told Lu Bei to refine one himself.

With that, he logged off on the spot, and the paper avatar quickly burned itself to ashes.

Lu Bei: "..."

He hid a hand in his sleeve and raised one finger, then lowered his head to look at the Black Pattern Masks scattered all over the ground.

He could not find a single one.

After pondering for a moment, he brought his palm down, shattering the nearest stone stele.

Under Lu Bei's astonished gaze, the stone stele, which should have been illusory, materialized into a mask. It was none other than the Black