Grandmaster of Trashy Cultivation [THWSLC 10: TCF x MDZS/GDC]

He's wearing a pure white robe with blue clouds embroidered on it. He had a sword on his waist and a dizi on his hand. The scent of wisteria permeated. The place was so peaceful and the silence was comforting.
It's too comforting.
That made him panic.
The bitterness and sourness collided, and the vegetables were so bland that he felt confined to a hospital.
No, it is worse than hospital food.
Damn it.
His hands trembled.
This is something I refuse to accept.
He could not stop the chills from the thought of eating this food in his entire life.
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, RON? SAVE ME, BENIGN, VICIOUS OLD MAN?!

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