It all seemed utterly inconceivable.
"Uncle Wang…" Looking at the imposing figure of Fan Wu walking in the front, especially the conspicuous Demon-slaying Sword on his back, Zhen Zhiyuan spoke in a voice he believed only he and Uncle Wang could hear, "That Miss Yun said, the mighty warrior named Fan Wu is a Taoist."
Zhen Zhiyuan swallowed hard, his tone filled with disbelief, "But how is he different from all the Taoists I have seen?"
Uncle Wang didn't know how to answer this question because Fan Wu was different from any Taoist he had ever seen as well.
How could he know why a Taoist would be born with such an impressive physique?
With such a formidable body...
Why not join the army?
If he became a soldier of the Imperial Court, with a body as exaggerated as his, he would probably be able to become a low-ranking officer with ease, right? So why be a Taoist?
He couldn't figure it out.
