"You, don't know me?" Qiao Mu sized him up and then commented expressionlessly, "You've fattened up quite a bit in these few years."
The Daoist priest was bewildered.
He looked at Qiao Mu closely before responding with a shake of his head, "This poor Daoist does not know you."
"Do you still remember Little Fatty Zhou from Qiaotou Village?"
"I order all the evil monsters in the vicinity to disperse and the evil spirits to quickly surrender!" Qiao Mu extended two fingers and expressionlessly waved them about, treating them as the peach-wood sword.
The Daoist priest immediately widened his eyes in disbelief!
"You, you! You!"
"The demons here are truly too ferocious. Little child, you better hurry and run! This poor Daoist won't take that 100 taels of silver!" Qiao Mu continued to deadpan.
On the other hand, the Daoist priest jumped up at once. "You are from Qiaotou Village."
