The Taoist Priest in blue robes, upon hearing Li Xiaoqiang's comment, realized that he might have made the atmosphere too serous and chuckled, "Oh Li, my fellow Daoist, I was just being cautious. It's really simple, isn't it just a thousand-year-old zombie? Plus, think about it, it's just a zombie, a dead person, nothing to fuss about."
Although the Taoist Priest in blue robes spoke lightly, deep down, his heart was pounding. Damn, that's a thousand-year-old zombie after all. Well, I'll just say it that way, lest Li gets too scared before even entering, and runs out immediately."
Seeing the expression on the Taoist Priest in blue robes, Li Xiaoqiang felt he was being dishonest.
Li Xiaoqiang, looking at the Peach Wood Sword beside the Taoist Priest, asked, "About that... Priest, I see you guys always carry the Peach Wood Sword. Is your sword particularly powerful?"
The Taoist Priest in blue laughed, "It's made of wood, what do you think? I reckon a brick might serve you better."
