Reclining comfortably on a lounge chair, Qing watched Ya Ya hustle the unsuspecting Xuanzhen Taoist of Changfeng City; three question marks appeared above his head as he looked around, completely baffled. Is he the only Taoist in this temple?
The little girl is scamming me?
Wasn't that little snake's idea? You just hastily called Green Snake and Toad together, don't think I didn't see!
You don't invite me to the meeting, fine, but why do I have to take the fall!
He flicked his horsetail whisk, hiding himself.
A war cultivator in the sky harrumphed and stepped into the Taoist temple, accurately landing in front of the small courtyard he was in and kicked the courtyard door, "Which one of you came up with the lousy idea to trick me, the general!"
Boom!
The courtyard door banged open to reveal a bewildered old Taoist.
The war cultivator stared at that familiar face, stunned.
