"Alright, Yellow Ape Master, don't be angry. It was my mistake. I promise you, I won't make fun of you to your face anymore!"
The fortune-telling Taoist immediately put on a serious face.
"Not mocking me to my face? What do you mean by that?"
"If it's just between us two, it's too boring. It's only interesting if our friends know about it."
"Rascal, take my sword!"
Yellow Ape Master was enraged. However, the Taoist priest had already begun to flee towards the city gate in a puff of blue smoke. Yellow Ape Master pursued him swiftly with the wind.
"Young Master, do you need a break?"
Within the carriage, Feng Qing'an, who had been shaken around during the journey, heard the respectful inquiry from outside the carriage. Not yet accustomed to long journeys, Feng Qing'an naturally didn't hesitate to respond,
"Let's stop and rest for a while!"
"Yes."
