"Your leg is injured? Looks like you're not that formidable after all... So cute—eh? Why is it male? It wouldn't be bad to take it home as a pet."
The sound of hoofbeats came from nearby. Ren Ze looked up and saw a middle-aged man dressed like a Daoist sitting arrogantly atop a horse. "Hand over the fox in your hands. This Daoist is in a good mood today, so I won't make trouble for you!"
Ren Ze was stunned. A legendary brainless villain?! After waiting for over two years, one had finally appeared! It was him, it was him, it was really him!
He swept the man with Psychic Power. Well then, he was only on Nie Xiaoqian's level. Who gave him the courage?!
"I'm just curious—how exactly do you intend to make trouble for me?"
Ren Ze was genuinely puzzled. It seemed Brother Yan hadn't been able to see through his cultivation at first either. Had the cultivation methods of these Daoist practitioners never developed any techniques for detecting spiritual power—or magical power—through energy auras? It seemed that, to repay Brother Yan, he should teach him that trick later.
"Hmph! You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Swiftly, as the law commands!"
As the Daoist spoke, he pulled a talisman from his right hand. A fireball swiftly shot toward the side of Ren Ze's face. It seemed the man still had a bit of conscience; he merely wanted to frighten Ren Ze, not take his life.
Ren Ze waved a hand, caught the fireball, and played with it for a moment before casually crushing it into nothing. "Is there anything else?" he asked politely.
"Th-this... Please forgive me, Senior. This junior failed to recognize a true master!"
The Daoist apparently wasn't truly brainless. He flipped off