Zhang Deming looked at the sky full of cultivators. Some had fallen into deep thought, but most remained dumbfounded. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Under normal circumstances, any disciple who still doesn't have the faintest clue would likely have no fate with me. That's because I don't care about a disciple's Talent; I care more about their Wisdom Root.
'Hm… seems like there's no fundamental difference between the two, is there!'
"I've gotten sidetracked. Since this is a cross-world Dao discourse, our fellow Daoists from the Celestial Universe are probably mostly confused due to cultural differences. After all, you haven't been steeped in years of witty sparring, have you? So, I will now break down and re-explain this Dao of communication."
