Niu Youdao could not help finding it amusing.
Yuan Gang had actually seen a sense of belonging in the Bear Demon's expression—the sense of belonging that came from them both being demons. He really wanted to punch him in the face, but merely asked blandly, "Do you know how bears die?"
"Uh..." Yuan Fang was alarmed yet suspicious as he cautiously asked, "How do they die?"
Yuan Gang jerked his chin at Niu Youdao. "He's a bull!"
"A bull..." Yuan Fang froze, then widened his eyes and cried out, "A bull?"
Niu Youdao chuckled, turned around with his hands clasped behind his back, and left.
Yuan Gang also left Yuan Fang alone and followed him out. Catching up with Niu Youdao in a few strides, he asked, "Daoist Master, this demon seems a little slow in the head. Do you really intend to take him in?"
In his previous life, Daoist Master had also had quite a few brothers under him. It had been common for him to recruit people he took a liking to, so this was not Yuan Gang's first time seeing it.
Niu Youdao chuckled. "You misjudged him. He's the sort who can bend and stretch, who plays the pig to eat the tiger. He just lacks experience and knowledge of the jianghu, which was why he stumbled into Song Yanqing's hands. Song Yanqing is an arrogant man. Do you believe that if Song Yanqing stays at Nanshan Temple much longer, once he lets his guard down after being lulled into complacency, there's an eighty or ninety percent chance this demon will take him out without us needing to lift a finger?"
Yuan Gang was astonished. "What makes you say that?"
Niu Youdao gave a soft laugh. "Think carefully. Leaving aside everything else, those twenty-odd monks could