"The Local Deity of the Ink Shop is an old friend of mine. This kid loves to argue. I haven't seen him in years, I wonder if his temper has changed?" Lian Bud wanted to catch up with the Coachman.
Li Banfeng hastily dissuaded him, "I saw him the other day. His temper hasn't changed a bit. You'd better not go looking for him; he'll only anger you and easily ensnare you in his schemes."
Lian Bud sighed, "I don't want to find him either, but the key is that the Mysterious Red Life Lotus is in his hands. I have to find him to borrow the Lotus for refining some elixirs."
Borrowing the Mysterious Red Life Lotus from the Coachman?
That's not a very wise idea.
Lian Bud clasped his hands and said, "I will never forget your life-saving grace in this lifetime. You two, I'll take my leave first, until next time."
Not long after departing, Lian Bud kept rubbing his face, "It's strange, my face is really dry today."
Why is it so dry?
Could it be because the oil is gone?
