"In my view, you actually want me dead!"
Chongxu Zi looked disgusted, poised to wave his duster to drive him out.
But upon seeing Qiu Changtian in his yellow robe, he worried about sullying his magical artifact.
This fellow is plagued by immense misfortune; wherever he goes, disaster follows, bringing bad luck and misfortune.
He's like a mop soaked in dung!
Even the most skilled Divine Power Giants avoid him like the plague.
"Dao Brother, your words are chilling! Have you forgotten the deep connection we had when we first met, brewing tea and discussing Dao, chatting deep into the night?"
Qiu Changtian, with a fair complexion and a black headscarf, strides into Yuanyang Temple.
He also brings a small donkey, stepping on the stone steps, peeking inside with a rather intelligent look.
"You dare mention this matter! I respected you as a disciple of the Observatory Tower's Taoist Sect, proficient in Feng Shui and Geomancy, a rare prodigy! But..."
