The might of divine sense, an old bird's essence blood; a useful identity, refining the twin swords again (ten thousand words-please vote)

This was a prime location in the [Mountain Waist District] of the Origin Sacred Mountain.

It was also a stone platform jutting outward from the mountain, with a pavilion built atop it, half suspended over empty air.

In an elegant room on the top floor, Lin Changheng sat opposite a False Core True Person beside the railing, chatting and laughing.

The windows stood open. Outside, the temperature was bitterly low, snowflakes as large as goose feathers drifted down, and the bone-piercing mountain wind howled. Though no formation blocked the windows, the wind and snow simply could not blow or drift inside.

It was truly wondrous, with something of the methods of immortals and gods-

At this moment, Lin Chang still wore a simple blue robe. Not a trace of his aura escaped, and a gentle smile graced his face. He looked relaxed and elegantly at ease.

The False Core True Person had a pale face and white beard and wore a broad white robe edged with gold, looking far more luxurious. Yet his expression held a hint of restraint and a faintly ingratiating smile.

"Brother Fang, please try this third-tier [bitter Daoheart tea] we specially imported from the [Lu Kingdom] to the east."

The water on the warming stove boiled, and the False Core True Person immediately lifted the kettle and carefully poured the tea.

"Excellent. Bitter at first, then sweet, with a lingering aftertaste-just like our Dao paths. Fellow Daoist Dong, this truly is fine tea!"

Lin Changheng accepted the cup offered with both hands, took a sip, and savored it before speaking leisurely.

"You are mistaken, Brother Fang. For a True Core True Person such as yourself, it is indeed bitter at first, then sweet, with a lingering aftertaste. But for a False Core Cultivator like me, there