"Heh heh, alright, since you've let go, I don't need that little straw man anymore. Take care of yourself. Don't worry, the villagers are decent people; they won't dismember you or break your legs. Better admit your mistakes honestly. As Confucius said, 'To know what is wrong and to correct it is the greatest virtue.'" Though I appeared to no longer care about this conman posing as a Great Immortal, in truth, I had pointed him towards the right path. Admitting his mistakes was indeed what he ought to be doing now.
"Thank you for your guidance," the Great Immortal muttered after sitting on the ground in a daze, then turned to speak to me.
"Don't call me Great Immortal, I'm just an ordinary Daoist Disciple," I said, shaking my head in resignation. After being called Great Immortal for so long by the scam artist, I still wasn't accustomed to it, perhaps because I didn't deserve the title yet.
