The Little Daoist hopped about and was so angry he could beat someone to death. He was indeed at wit's end and felt as though his entire body was about to explode.
This was because the "great trick" Chu Feng issued had no use on him, but his heart ached on thinking of his experiences upon the reincarnation path. How he was struck by the black bricks and how his black talisman had been snatched from him. How he was thrown away into the reincarnation cave yet was still forced to call this thief his father.
The Little Daoist was skipping and scuttling. He grabbed at Chu Feng's collar as he tossed him from side to side. He was unreconciled.
Above all, he couldn't stand it when he saw Chu Feng sitting there calmly and watching him peacefully.
This was more aggravating that a king's contempt. It was almost as though he was saying, "go on, jump, I'm precisely your father," with this calmness.
