"Then I won't be polite. Since you, the old Daoist, don't hide anything, there are still some Star Moon Grass in the courtyard. You can transplant some back, and I can also teach you some planting techniques."
Back in the day, Li Hu traveled the world, peeking at Martial Arts books primarily from large sects and grand families.
Sects like the White Cloud Temple, hidden in deep forests, are countless throughout the Jade Capital Mountain range, and Li Hu could not scour the entire world inch by inch.
Since the old Daoist Baiyang is such a tactful person, Li Hu naturally couldn't take advantage casually.
The old Daoist Baiyang nodded, feeling both joyful and complex inside.
However, that day, he copied a portion of the Dao Ancestor's branch arts within the temple and soon immersed himself in Li Hu's Alchemy.
Li Hu didn't linger either; he started researching upon receiving the copy.
In the blink of an eye, another five years passed.
