Muyang County.
Zhen'an Department.
A handsome and valiant man dressed in red was sitting in the seat of honor, watching a beautiful dancer gracefully perform below.
Suddenly, a demon wind swept through, blowing the already flimsy garments of the beautiful dancer into the air, and a short, stout Daoist suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall.
Seeing the fat Daoist appear, Hu Bugui was not startled but delighted.
"Uncle Master, you've finally arrived."
The short, stout Daoist laughed heartily, pulled over two beauties, strutted to a seat on the lower left, reached under the skirt of one of the beauties with his large hand, and while acting mischievously said,
"Upon receiving the secret message from my nephew, I set off at once."
"That hypocrite Zhu Buqun wants us to take the blame and desires to monopolize the souls of many cultivators to refine blood soul pills. He thinks he can fob us off with the souls of ordinary people, treating us like beggars."
