Zhao Wuya was talking away in high spirits when suddenly a shoe sole flew over and smacked him so hard his eyes filled with golden stars.
"You ungrateful little bastard who bullies your master and betrays your ancestors, thinking about female disciples all day long—do you have even a shred of Taoist backbone?"
Yun Ziliang came over cursing and muttering, picked up the shoe sole on the ground, put it back on, then asked Zhou Xuan, "Xuanzi, that Yanfuti business—any progress?"
Li Changxun also squeezed over. Seeing the expectant look on his face, Zhou Xuan knew exactly what was going on—this old fox absolutely wasn't worried about the fate of the nation, nor about whether evil had or hadn't been defeated by righteousness; he was purely here for the gossip.
"Hmm? Actually, Lao Yun and Li Shanzu are both here for gossip."
Every Dragon Seeking Taoist was a gossip fiend; if you put them in a village, they'd absolutely end up as the head of the village information station.
