Although no one spoke, everyone at this moment became more determined and obsessed with cultivation.
They all hope that one day they can be as young and immortal as the master of the temple!
The temple master did not give them the magic formula immediately, but first asked about the three people's progress in cultivation.
The other two had already practiced the breathing method to perfection, which made the master of the temple very satisfied.
Only Chu Mo.
But it still hasn't achieved anything.
He knew that his talent was very poor, so he didn't dare to say a word. He could only lower his head and clench his fists.
He didn't notice that the abbot stared at him for a long time, with pity in his eyes. Then he sighed silently: "In ten years, you haven't even achieved a small success. I should have expelled you from the mountain gate and found another way out..."
The abbot's words were like a heavy hammer, and every word struck Chu Mo's heart hard.
Is fate so ridiculous?
He put in ten or even a hundred times more effort than others, but what he finally gained was not even one tenth of what others got!
He was desperate.
But even more unwilling.
He fell to his knees and begged with tears, hoping for attention and another chance.
Perhaps it was his pleading that softened the master's heart.
After a moment of silence, the master of the temple finally shook his head helplessly.
"Whatever!"
"I'll give you one more chance!"
"After this teaching, I will not make any further demands on you. As for how far you can cultivate in the future, it all depends on your own luck... Do you understand?"
The abbot flicked his whisk and a clear voice came out.
This moment.
Chu Mo recalled all his efforts and hard work over the years, as well as the excitement he felt when he first heard that there were immortals in this world, and tears streamed down his face.
He kowtowed three times and said through gritted teeth, "Disciple understands!"
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