The woman's voice was sharp.
"What Taoist master? I think you're all just charlatans. A group of people coming here to swindle people! I'm afraid you'll all die Here on this trip to the cloud Tiger Mountain range. At that time, you'll be all alone without any offspring, so how can you return the favor?"
"You shut up!"
Song Changqing's expression changed drastically, but before he could speak, the old Daoist seemed to have been touched and shouted in anger.
To the old Taoist, the disciple who had inherited his legacy was like his own child. The woman's curse made him, who had a good temper, clench his fists.
"You, what are you doing?"
The woman had been arrogant before, but when she saw the old Daoist getting angry, she felt a little scared. She subconsciously took a step back and reached out to grab the door frame of the cabin. Then, she forced herself to calm down and said in a trembling voice,
"You want to hit someone too?"
