"Who's that?"
"That should be Li Er Gou. I remember that scar very well. I hunted him down eight years ago, but I eventually lost his trail.
"He used to be a peasant farmer, but he became a disciple of a heretical cultivator and used sorcery to harm many innocent people."
"Who's that then?"
"Oh? He… well, Hung Du De I think!"
"Huh? Well… Hung… Dude?"
Many Taoist masters were stunned by the menacing name.
They turned their gazes toward the area between the man's legs.
It seemed to be bigger than average.
"No, no! I was saying 'well' as in 'maybe,' and his name is Hung Du De!"
"Damn, that's still a menacing name!"
"He looks well hung, alright. He preys on innocent virgin women and absorbs their qi."
The Taoist masters discussed among themselves.
The people who had gotten out of the cars totaled three or four hundred people. They wore the same clothes, which was a spectacular sight.
