Looking at the familiar skinny old man before him, Chen Fan did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He had not expected to run into Old Yellow Tooth again here. And after he had changed his appearance, Old Yellow Tooth actually wanted to swindle him once more.
Judging by Old Yellow Tooth's attire, he had not come as a Shu Mountain disciple. His filthy Daoist robe was incomparably worn-out, and he carried a whisk in hand. He seemed to be trying to dress himself up as some eccentric hidden master, but that smile of his was still too awful to look at. His mouthful of yellow teeth gleamed with gold, making him look exactly like a crooked merchant with gold teeth.
Yet after only a few decades apart, Old Yellow Tooth's cultivation had already reached Nascent Soul Late Stage, which was remarkably fast. Who knew whether he had cultivated through talent or by swindling some heavenly treasures from others.
A trace of amusement flashed through Chen Fan's eyes. He weighed the bag of Spirit Stones in his hand and said, "What a coincidence. I happened to pick up a bag of Spirit Stones too. I wonder if it was dropped by you, Fellow Daoist?"
Old Yellow Tooth's smile stiffened at once. He gave Chen Fan a deep look, then said in a low voice, "What a case of floodwaters washing into the Dragon King's temple. So Fellow Daoist is one of our kind as well. A pleasure, a pleasure. This old man will take his leave first."
Chen Fan reached out to block his path, narrowing his eyes slightly before saying, "Fellow Daoist, do you have any ordinary talisman paper and cinnabar brushes?"
"Huh?" Old Yellow Tooth looked utterly baffled, unable to understand what Chen Fan meant. Talismans drawn