The Three Xiao left as lightly as the wind and clouds, without the slightest trace of hesitation. Their immortal grace lingered, their fragrance still hanging in the air, leaving Duke alone in the tent, staring blankly.
Wen Zhong coughed softly and tugged at Duke's sleeve. "Fellow Daoist Duke, graceful ladies may be lovely, but some people are simply fated to meet without being fated to be together. You cannot force it."
That was quite tactful, preserving Duke's dignity. If Zhao Gongming had said it, it would have been: A toad wants to eat swan meat? Keep dreaming!
Duke's face darkened. He had not expected Wen Zhong, with those thick brows and big eyes, to be such a filthy-minded fellow. Don't talk to me, I'm ashamed to be associated with such a lowly man.
Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiao had left, but the Chan Sect still had eleven Golden Immortals, maintaining an overwhelming numerical advantage and possessing countless magic treasures. Wen Zhong was gloomy and prepared to seek more fellow Daoists for help, but Duke stopped him.
"Fellow Daoist, could it be that you wish to face the Chan Sect Golden Immortals alone again?" Wen Zhong had a terrible headache and earnestly advised him, "Those Golden Immortals all possess profound magic power, and they have treasures bestowed by Primordial Heavenly Venerate. They are unlike True Person Yellow Dragon and cannot be underestimated."
"Grand Tutor, you misunderstand!" Duke smiled and shook his head. "What I mean is, with Fellow Daoist Shen, who is so eager to help others, Grand Tutor only needs to sit back and wait for the cann... ahem, sit back and wait for fellow Daoists from all directions to come to our aid."
Hearing this, Wen Zhong also felt it made sense. Having Fellow Daoist Shen around was