"This worthless disciple has behaved outrageously. I will discipline it properly afterward."
The man in feathered robes forced a smile.
"You couldn't control it while you were alive, much less now that you're dead. Besides, if the two of us hadn't been so capable just now, your disciple's Hum-and-Ha Qi would have blown us to death."
"How does the Daoist intend to settle this score?"
Liu Zheng said bluntly.
"Fellow Daoist."
"I'm not a cultivator, just a foolish mortal. These days, I work as a Deliveryman at the Bloodstained Restaurant. I wonder if the Daoist has heard of it?"
The man in feathered robes was about to speak when Liu Zheng cut him off.
"Bloodstained Restaurant!"
Only then did the man in feathered robes notice Liu Zheng's uniform, and his heart immediately skipped a beat.
"Though I am a hermit of the mountains, I have long heard of the Bloodstained Restaurant's formidable reputation."
He forced a smile.
"Good. Then the Daoist should also know how our Restaurant operates. Anyone who offends us, dead or alive, flesh or spirit, has to take a trip through the Kitchen."
"I see your disciple has been raised nice and plump, and your spirit body is rather extraordinary as well. If you were made into a master-and-disciple rice bowl, I'm sure it would taste exquisite."
Liu Zheng stared at the Giant Panda's fat belly and deliberately ground his teeth.
"Does the benefactor think he has us master and disciple completely at his mercy?"
The feather-robed man's expression turned cold.
"Whether I have you at my mercy or not, I still need to say something harsh. Does the Daoist think I can calmly chat with you after what your disciple did?"
He spoke indifferently.
"Then what does the benefactor intend?"
"Continue the wager from before. Let