When Zhou You climbed out of the pit, the Old Daoist happened to see the throbbing heart in his hand. His expression instantly became extremely animated.
"I say, my apprentice, that thing you summoned is really something. It even managed to beat this thing out of White Dew Spitting Catkins?"
Wait a minute. Why does it sound like he's saying it beat the shit out of it...?
Zhou You silently swallowed his retort, then held the heart out and asked,
"Master, have you seen this thing before?"
"How could I possibly have that kind of ability? I've only heard a little about it."
Despite his words, the Old Daoist still looked eager to give it a try. He cleared his throat, then began speaking in a low voice, as if telling a story.
"I told you before, didn't I? White Dew Spitting Catkins is a notorious fiend in Cangzhou. Other demons and sinister objects generally don't kill everyone outright. They leave one or two survivors, more or less. Some, like Tai Sui Star Lord, even pursue sustainable development. But White Dew Spitting Catkins is different. Wherever it goes, every human being, young or old, male or female, dies without exception—and behavior that inconsiderate is bound to make enemies..."
"About a year and a half ago, before disaster struck Cangzhou, this thing somehow offended a Daoist from Tiandang Mountain. He used the Ghost Servitude Method to beat it half to death, nearly stripping it bare, roots and leaves alike. In the end, it escaped by blowing itself up, and it left behind something like this too."
The Old Daoist studied Zhou You's expression, clicked his tongue, and continued.
"Then the Daoist from Tiandang Mountain thought it was some precious yin material, so he carefully put it away. Who could've guessed that