Tao Er stood on the spot unmoving while the group of cultivators of the house of the Marquis behind him surrounded them.
Zhu Yi and his two juniors stood side-by-side. Zhu Yi laughed a bit helplessly: "Looks like now it’s me who’s dragged you guys down first."
Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian both laughed without care.
Tao Er who was originally standing still on the spot suddenly lifted his eyelids. A strong light suddenly surged in his originally muddy old eyes: "A remnant of the Buddhist sect?"
Tao Er’s eyes were like lightning, looking towards the depths of the mountain.
In the mountain, a gray-clothed person wearing a straw hat on his head slowly walked out.
Taking off the straw hat, he revealed a shiny bald head. Seeing this, Xiao Yan and co. were all dazed. The person was precisely the gray-clothed monk who stopped them in the city square of Chuzhou.
