"That's true! I've seen Xiaofan cook. There are some details in the process that I know I couldn't manage myself." Lu Daxin nodded in agreement.
"What's the point of training this? When we fight, doesn't having more spiritual power mean greater destructive force? Are we supposed to specifically control our spiritual power during a fight?" Du Bishu couldn't understand why anyone would need to control the amount of spiritual power they used.
"Just look at us now—we're completely helpless. Besides, precise control of spiritual power is also beneficial to cultivation. It can help us better understand the essence of certain Daoist arts." He Dazhi shook his head, dismissing Du Bishu's argument.
"Then should we add this kind of training to our daily cultivation routine?" Wu Dayi asked, looking at Fourth Senior Brother expectantly.
"It's up to each person, but it certainly can't hurt. There's only good in it." He Dazhi stroked his chin as he spoke.
"Then we'll have to trouble Junior Brother Xiaofan for now." Zheng Dali smiled at Zhang Xiaofan.
With Zhang Xiaofan leading the way, the group continued searching for traces of the giant snake, until they stopped in front of a sheer cliff.
"The path ends here! Could that giant snake have crawled up this cliff?" Du Bishu muttered gloomily, craning his neck to look at the cliff, which was dozens of meters high.
"But that thing is embedded in the rock wall!" Zheng Dali stared at the "golden" end that disappeared into the cliff before them, his face full of confusion.
"Could it be an illusion?" He Dazhi studied the cliff, lost in thought.
He picked up a small stone from the ground, intending to throw it and test the way ahead. Just then, the two little ones who had been following them—and had long