If we were only talking about their outward demeanor, the leader of the Changchun Society, brooding and severe, seemed far more dangerous than the young Daoist, Hong Youhu.
But at this moment, faced with an enraged Hong Youhu, the former didn't dare to utter a word of rebuttal.
He fell to the ground, spat blood, his face pale as he crawled back like a dog, still licking Hong Youhu's boots.
While licking, he continuously "bang bang bang" kowtowed, his forehead becoming a bloody, fleshy mess, and his entire face gradually losing its human shape.
Such a sight, if seen by those unaware, would surely evoke pity for the leader.
"Bang"
This time, he couldn't reach the boot, but his head was once again stepped on by Hong Youhu.
The disheveled, somewhat crazed young Daoist now looked at the Changchun Society's leader beneath his feet with a nostalgic gaze, lamenting,
"Lowly, forsaking dignity, it's indeed a familiar sight."
