Jiang Shouzhong had taken another bath and was ready for bed when Yan Changqing returned, followed by a young Taoist with an ethereal presence and handsome features.
"Brother Jiang!"
The young Taoist's eyes brimmed with tears as he rushed forward and hugged Jiang Shouzhong, as if he had seen a long-lost relative. "From the very first moment I saw you, Brother Jiang, I knew that you were destined to be beneath my feet in this lifetime!"
Jiang Shouzhong's face darkened.
He pushed the other away, his gaze wary, "Are you here to steal the Taoist River Map?"
"Steal?"
Feng Yichen exclaimed angrily, "Do I look like a robber to you? Or do you think I'm a beggar? I'm just trying to reclaim what's mine! And you, my friend, are the real thief."
"Enough, let's get to the point!"
Yan Changqing, annoyed, kicked Feng Yichen's bottom.
The brand-new Taoist robe suddenly sported a footprint.
