Zhuge Qing still couldn't forget, on that sunny day with clear skies, the Old Celestial Master, ethereal and aloof, stood at the peak of Dragon Tiger Mountain, his back to her, and heaved a deep sigh:
"Your Third Uncle-Master has been scammed again."
"Isn't that pretty normal?"
Lying listlessly on a rock, the girl fanned herself with a cattail leaf fan, speaking with an indifferent expression:
"He bought those tasteless melons, three for ten copper coins, he bought corn from Beiliang which is neither sweet nor sticky nor tasty, he threw the magical weapons personally consecrated by Buddha for the Daoist Sect into storage, he even flipped Scam City, a famous Bewitching Spirit Sect tourist attraction. What else? Does Third Uncle-Master still have room for improvement?"
"Yes."
Nodding his head, the Old Celestial Master said gravely, "Your Third Uncle-Master was tricked by a Zombie into having a hemorrhoids flare-up."
