Just as she was about to turn and leave, an old man with a long beard appeared behind her, holding a duster in his hand.
"Every time you come, it's always to ask this poor Taoist to leave the mountain to kill someone.
Can't there be a time when you just come to see this poor Taoist and have a cup of tea with him?"
The white-bearded old man in front of her spoke with a hint of complaint in his words.
From the tone of their conversation, it seemed that their relationship was somewhat unusual.
"Help me this time, and I can drink tea with you for a year, no problem for once."
You Wanying quickly made a promise.
But this promise did not satisfy the Hui Taoist.
"Such benefits in exchange for help have long deviated from one's true heart.
Being forced to drink tea would only make it taste bitter and astringent."
The Hui Taoist continued to speak, but upon hearing these words, You Wanying pursed her lips.
"Don't say these rambling, strange things to me.
