"Mangdang Mountain is exceedingly dangerous, and the spiritual fox is even more cunning... As a son, how can I bear to watch my father and uncles risk their lives for me?"
Mr. Ling was even more melancholic, "I only hate that my martial arts skills are not proficient, unable to lend a helping hand to my father. Honestly... I'd rather go to Martial Arts and take the path of the Ten Directions Beast Skill into the way of Daoist Skill..."
"Mr. Ling, you don't know your good fortune while you're in the midst of it..."
A round-faced, slightly chubby youth sighed, "Each of the Ten Directions Beast Skill is incredibly tough, and to master all would take an unknown amount of toil and painstaking effort... What's more troublesome is the path to becoming a Daoist through that spell; over the years, our county has heard of very few who have received its teachings."
