"I must be seeing things!" Daoist Qingfeng exclaimed, staring at Xiao Han's departing figure.
Xiao Han seemed to sense the old Daoist had tried to curse him. He chuckled and said, "Old man, that trick of yours doesn't work anymore. You'd better try something new!"
The old Daoist felt as though he had been slapped in the face, his dignity trampled brutally. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, what trickery is this? Do you have an amulet on you?"
"Hehe..." Xiao Han laughed again and said, "Yes, I had an amulet made. You're useless, old man, even less useful than a wandering monk!"
"You!" Upon hearing this, Daoist Qingfeng immediately became furious.
He hated being compared to monks the most as he always believed he was the true representative of the Chinese Taoist arts, whereas those monks were merely believers of foreign religions not worthy of mention compared to native Taoism.
