"Uh, oh, alright..." Yi Si, the deity, didn't expect the red-haired brute to be so cunning. Just yesterday he stirred up a storm on the mountain, got into so much trouble, comes back and dives into the small warehouse with a girl, and the moment we meet, he showers me with awkward flattery," he said in disbelief, "Enough, I know about yesterday's events. You did well."
"Thank you for the praise, Palace Master! Please give me any task—I, the Red-haired Ghost, am wholeheartedly loyal to the Supreme Shenzhen Palace! I would climb mountains of swords or dive into pots of boiling oil without a second word!"
As Li Fan spoke, he raised his arms high in praise of the sun.
Yi Si, the deity, felt somewhat dumbfounded by his slogan chanting, "Oh, right, I heard you're heading out to sea for a demon elimination contest?"
"Who said I was going to... Oh, those two fools. Don't worry, Palace Master, I won't stoop to arguing with two little beasts. If I lose, then I lose."
