Yang An instinctively took a step back, ready to unleash his Dao of Destiny Technique at a moment's notice.
"Senior Brother, I came here to—"
"I know!
You've come for the Primordial Feeding Realm Cultivation Technique, Junior Brother!"
Yang An had just started speaking when Pi Chu cut him off.
He was, as expected, perfectly aware of why Yang An had come.
"I was once just like you. Didn't know a thing and just ran off to find that senior brother who had the Primordial Feeding Realm Cultivation Technique. And guess what happened?"
"Heh! I almost died!"
Pi Chu seemed to recall something that terrified him. His eyes widened, filled with fear, and his expression twisted into a savage grimace.
"But I didn't die. He failed to kill me, and I escaped. Then, guess what happened next?"
"Heh! Later, I killed him! I became the old bastard's eleventh disciple! HAHAHAHA!"
He broke into another joyous laugh and pointed to his face.
