Did Zhao Feng care about Dong Xian's panda eyes? Not at all. Instead, he dragged Dong Xian to a particular area among his bookshelves. He pulled out a manual with golden lettering. "This is the cultivation technique that I have tested out and perfected. I got to the Soul Stage in a mere 50 years! This is perfect for cultivating your Heavenly Qi!" Dong Xian looked at the manual before he touched it with his hand." [Ding! Appraisal starting...] [Ding! Worth 0 Currencies, will damage body of cultivator if practiced] "..." Dong Xian really wanted to beat Zhao Feng up. Was Zhao Feng trying to kill him or nurture him? He looked at Zhao Feng, shouting out,"What the hell is this piece of junk? Are you trying to cripple me or what?"
