"I wonder where that old man has gone."
Le Qingrou pouted and muttered to herself.
She had no idea Daoist Fire Crane was quietly approaching from behind.
Daoist Fire Crane's placid expression darkened at once.
He shook his head slightly and brought his palm-leaf fan down hard on Le Qingrou's head.
"Ow..."
Le Qingrou cried out and instinctively clutched her head. "Who dares sneak up on me?"
Then she turned and saw Daoist Fire Crane squinting at her with a dangerous smile.
"Whose elder are you?"
Before Daoist Fire Crane had finished speaking, his fan came down on Le Qingrou's head again.
"Master, stop hitting me! Ow... Qingrou knows she was wrong!"
Le Qingrou fled with her hands over her head as the blows rained down. Daoist Fire Crane chased close behind, his fan thumping her every few steps.
Le Qingrou spotted Qinglü, High Cultivator, and cried, "Martial Aunt Qing Lü, save me! Martial Aunt!"
Qinglü, High Cultivator, smiled faintly. "Senior Brother, I'm sure Qingrou knows she was wrong."
Seeing the fan about to fall again, Le Qingrou hurriedly shouted, "I was wrong, Master! I know I was wrong!"
Only then did Daoist Fire Crane put away his fan. He snorted. "Wretched disciple!"
A little later, Daoist Fire Crane reclined in a rocking chair while Le Qingrou stood beside him, fanning him with the palm-leaf fan.
Daoist Fire Crane sighed in admiration.
"Martial Nephew Yunche, to have cultivated the King-Suppressing Fist to the Perfected Realm at your age... the waves behind truly drive the waves before them."
"You flatter me, Martial Uncle," Liu Yunche said respectfully.
Daoist Fire Crane thought to himself, He looks respectful. This martial nephew must be modest on the outside and proud within.
"Martial Nephew, the Dragon Softening Grease is ready. Cultivate here with me in