"This is the reclusive expert I told you about," I said with a laugh. Mo Xiaoning hurriedly clasped his hands, flustered. Although he wanted to take a proper look at the Dao-robed wife, he found himself somewhat ashamed of his own unworthiness. In the face of a being perfect to the extreme, Mo Xiaoning, like all men, inevitably magnified his flaws without limit. So it was hardly strange that he felt old and ugly.
"I-I greet you, Senior. I am Mo Xiaoning..." Mo Xiaoning hurriedly introduced himself.
The Dao-robed wife sized him up from head to toe. After looking him over from every angle, she said, "Although he looks somewhat different, there's no doubt it's him. I just never expected him to end up here."
"Huh?" Mo Xiaoning opened his mouth in surprise, having no idea what the beautiful woman was talking about. I said, "The reclusive expert is helping you examine the cultivation technique you practice, to see whether there's still any hope for you."
Upon hearing that, Mo Xiaoning dropped to his knees with a thump and hurriedly kowtowed as he sobbed, "Please save me, Senior! This Heaven-grade technique has harmed this junior terribly. Please enlighten me and let me cultivate properly like an ordinary person..."
The Dao-robed wife shot me a glare, as if asking who had told me to spout nonsense. Still, she wasn't without a solution. She said, "I heard from Yun Mu that you cultivate the Longevity Formula. Is that correct?"
"Yes, but this technique doesn't make me live longer at all..." Mo Xiaoning hurriedly replied.
"This is the 'grow' in growth, not the 'long' in length. Naturally, it causes everything to grow wildly in every direction. To solve this problem, you need to make choices. Abandon the parts you don't want to grow