Qin Bulou shook his head. "The Taoist Sect hasn't taken shape yet. It can't be called a Technique; it can only be considered a method. I call this Taoist Sect, Mistake Repair."
Mistake Repair.
This was the path Li Banfeng had previously thought of—that of the Confused Cultivator.
What was the key to Qin Bulou creating this Taoist Sect? Was it his talent? Was it his wisdom? Perhaps it was neither. He had chosen the things he was most familiar with, most detested, and had the deepest insight into as the means of his practice, and he was deeply obsessed. Perhaps this was the key to creating a New Taoist Sect.
"But how did you apply your technique to us? Before the first shipment, we shouldn't have had any contact. You couldn't possibly have calculated and cursed the Formation, right?"
