Three days later, Shrek City.
A white-bearded old man sat by the street, holding a flask of wine and a chicken drumstick, smiling as he watched the street ahead.
The once-overbearing Body Sect leader, after undergoing friendly rehabilitation, was now holding a broom and sweeping the main street.
"Xuan Zi, if you dare spit chicken bones on the ground again, I will plant you in the ground!"
Du Busi glared at him coldly. If he could not beat Jiang Yi, would this fellow ever get a chance to push his luck?
Jiang Yi had not made things difficult for him, only asking him to clean up the section of the street he had collapsed a few days ago.
On the contrary, Xuan Zi, this shameless fellow, had rushed over to watch his joke.
"Sweep here! 981, serving the people, you need some attitude... Look at you, lacking any awareness."
Seeing Du Busi's displeasure, Xuan Zi was in a wonderful mood. He slapped his thigh even more aggressively and spoke in a tone full of earnest advice.
Du Busi:...
Damn it! He could not bear it!
He tightened his grip on the broom, rolled up his sleeves on both sides, and prepared for a passionate physical interaction with Xuan Zi across from him.
However, right at that moment—
Xuan Zi suddenly swallowed a chicken drumstick in one bite, licked his fingertips, and bolted straight away, leaving behind only a playful chuckle.
"Old Poison, the three-day period has arrived! You are free, someone from Heaven Soul is here to pick you up, they are at the Pavilion Master's place..."
Before his voice faded, Xuan Zi had already run out of sight. This made Du Busi, who was ready to throw a tantrum, feel like he had punched cotton—neither up nor down, leaving