The Dragon Scale Armor Leaf clanged under the slap, but he paid it no mind. A grin split his face, revealing the same rugged smile familiar from their escape across the Eight-Hundred-Mile Desolate River Ice-Plains. "Damn it! I thought some old monster from the Taoist Sect had come out of seclusion, but it was you all along!"
A rough hand suddenly clamped onto the back of Xu Yunfan's neck. He lowered his voice. "Are you here to become a disciple?"
Before Xu Yunfan could speak, Fang Mushan was already thumping his chest. "Don't worry! With your Brother Fang here, you'll absolutely get into the Taoist Sect today. That Elder Bi was a real piece of work, not taking you with him back then. But now you've crossed mountains and waded rivers to get here, showing your sincerity. Even if your aptitude isn't up to snuff, the Taoist Sect will take you for your sheer tenacity."
