On the barren mountain outside Jiangning City.
The Lord of Tianshu Peak swept his sleeve, slicing a piece of flat, smooth stone, and sat down cross-legged.
He earnestly said to Zhao Xuan, "In cultivation, one's will must be firm. One should be able to indulge in the intoxication of wine and gold, yet equally endure sleeping in the open and eating the wind."
Chapter 117