There appeared a one-eyed Daoist with a face full of bristles, wearing a hundred-patch Daoist robe. Somehow, he had shown up behind the lean Daoist, with a large, bulging sack slung over his shoulder.
Looking at the lean Daoist, he complained with displeasure, "Doing things like this makes me, as your elder brother, really lose face, you know that?"
The lean Daoist twitched the corner of his eye involuntarily.
He turned his head and looked at the one-eyed Daoist, saying irritably, "Why are you here again?"
But the one-eyed Daoist just grinned. He flung the heavy sack from his shoulder onto the ground with a thud that resonated mightily.
"I thought maybe you'd have a bit of trouble dealing with this guy on your own.
So, I specially brought you some 'help' over."
With that, he untied the mouth of the sack.
A series of powerful auras filled with heat, cold, heaviness, sharpness...
All kinds of different attributes surged sky-high from the sack!
