"Damn that Old Swindler!"
"Hit him! Beat him to death!"
"Hit him! Hit him!"
"..." A clamor rose from a corner of the town, where a group of men surrounded a hunched figure, punching and kicking him...
"Waaah! Stop hitting him! Stop!" In another corner, a filthy little boy burst into anguished sobs and squeezed into the crowd...
But!
"Get lost!" Someone in the crowd cursed. Suddenly, a hand grabbed the filthy little boy, lifted him up, and hurled him straight out of the crowd...
"Ah! Stop hitting him!"
"Waaah! Waaah!"
"Grandpa! Swindler Grandpa! Don't die!" Beneath the setting sun, a filthy little boy held a blood-soaked figure in his arms, sobbing his heart out...
As Li Xiaoya looked at the somewhat shifty-looking old man's face, long-buried memories surfaced in his mind. His breathing grew rapid, and he stumbled back several steps, murmuring, "Impossible! Impossible! Didn't you die? Liar Master!"
Indeed!
This old man looked exactly like the Liar Master who had taught Li Xiaoya to swindle people, his only support back in Treasure Immortal Town!
Despite Li Xiaoya's astonishing cultivation and strength of mind, how could he not be utterly horrified when someone who had been dead for thousands of years suddenly appeared before him?
"Ahem! Do I look dead to you?" The shifty-looking old man coughed several times and smiled.
"You... you're an Immortal Cultivator? You're the Dao Virtue Heavenly Lord?" After all, Li Xiaoya's cultivation was now truly astonishing, and his strength of mind even more so. Though deeply shaken, he regained his composure. Still unable to contain his amazement, he hastily asked both questions.
"I am indeed an Immortal Cultivator!" The shifty-looking old man, his Liar Master, nodded and gave him a definite answer in a solemn, low voice. After a pause, he continued, "I am