Once the mysterious girl had pointed out the difficulty, it was easily resolved. It seemed that from that moonlit night onward, nothing hidden deep within this secluded immortal mountain could obstruct him any longer.
When it came to Midnight, each day of reclusive cultivation suddenly became much easier.
At dawn in the immortal mountain, intending to drag some brat out of bed to relieve some stress, Tian Gong habitually kicked the door open with a bang.
But upon entering the inner room, he saw a "slime" suddenly transform and unfold. Fang Ran stood on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, looking imposing!
"Ha—White Crane Spreads Wings! Didn't expect that, did you, Senior Tian Gong? I'm already up!"
Then, after one second of silence in the Ancient Rhyme Pavilion's quiet morning...
"You're up, so what are you standing around for?! Go wash your face already!"
"Ah—!"
Tian Gong's thunderous roar rang out, followed by the cry of the "white crane" being thrown out the window.
Then came the next day.
Swift and alert, full of energy, every move and stance shouted with crisp, proper enunciation, brimming with martial arts flair.
"Ha—Green Dragon Emerges from Water! Didn't expect that, did you, Senior Tian Gong? I've washed my face today too!"
"You washed up, so why are you still curled up in bed?! Why aren't you going to eat?! What are you dawdling here for?!"
"Ah—!"
Amid Tian Gong's rough roar, veins bulging on his forehead, the cry of the "green dragon" being thrown out the window rang out as well.
Then the third—well, never mind.
"Ah—!"
In short, the usual cry of someone being thrown out the window rang out.
A colossal hall dozens of yards tall, blazing crimson inside as though it would only be opened to forge some divine weapon.