"Hey, Taoist Qinghe, I've got some earth-shattering news here, you interested?"
Inside the Drunk Immortal Building, an inn frequented by immortals, a middle-aged man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks suddenly strode into the grand hall. Without even finding a table to sit at, he grinned cheekily at an immortal who was enjoying his drink at a table and called out loud.
"Eight Trigram Taoist, as if you really have some good news that suits me..." The immortal at the table scoffed disdainfully, "You're not trying to dupe me, are you?"
Stung by Taoist Qinghe's comment, the Eight Trigram Taoist's face twisted with slight anger, and his monkey-like sharp face suddenly looked sinister, "Humph, I, the Eight Trigram Taoist, am always well-informed and never speak falsehoods. If you think I'm deceiving you, then you might as well not hear about your good fortune."
