The palm-sized old Daoist priest sat cross-legged on the Longevity Sword as if he was flying on the sword. He rolled his eyes at Zhou Shu.
"Back then, I could suppress her with one hand." Shi Changsheng snorted coldly. "She's just a Demon King who has only cultivated the embryonic form of a grotto-heaven. Back then, she wasn't even qualified to be my opponent."
"Is that so?" Zhou Shu said disdainfully. "Elder Shi, a hero is silent about his past glories. You were almost captured alive just now."
"Aren't you the one who got me into trouble, kid?" Shi Changsheng said angrily. "We agreed that I would help you deal with demonic beasts, and you would give me forging materials. Is this how you treat me?"
"I gave you forging materials," Zhou Shu said. "Would you have been able to find Tushan's secret base if I didn't take you there?
"If I hadn't left those things for you, I would have had the people ransack the place long ago. Were they not from me?"
