The Great Battle

Aaron had long been seen by Daoists as having an inauspicious physiognomy, with twists and turns ahead of him.

After things stabilized, he reflected painfully on the past and began searching for a solution.

This ability to alter himself was something he had comprehended from spiritual insight after collecting Daoist scriptures over the past year.

Change my skin, and you won't recognize me anymore.

He chuckled inwardly, rose to his feet, and said, "Fellow Daoist, rest and recover well. I have some matters I still need to discuss with you."

Watching Aaron's departing back, Poison Dragon remained uneasy and uncertain.

This fate... can it really be changed so quickly? Could it be some special Daoist art?

This Void Spirit Master... he truly is unfathomable!

"Daoist Master, the medicine is ready!"

At that moment, Xiao Zi brought a bowl of medicine to Poison Dragon's lips.

"Miss Zi... if you want to live peacefully with your nephew, remember never to offend that man!" Poison Dragon gave a bitter smile, then added another warning. "We are living under another's roof now... sigh... I only hope that fellow Daoist can truly repel the court's encircling army. Otherwise, we'll be wandering the world again."

Xiao Zi gazed thoughtfully at Aaron's retreating figure. "Rest assured, Daoist Master. I'll remember."

The village's Daoist school.

Tai Chong, Tai He, Tai Yin, and the other Daoist children were eating in the dining hall.

The food at the Daoist school was excellent. They received three filling meals a day, with meat now and then.

The chubby little Tai He held a huge white steamed bun in each hand, eating with great delight. "We get meat every three days. Counting the days, it should be soon, right? Next time, I'm eating an extra chicken leg!"

The Daoist child Tai Chong