Just as Chen Xiang was beginning to question his life as an immortal, Bluestone Daoist and Azure Bamboo darted out. As though watching a monkey show, the two sauntered over and stopped in front of him.
"Well, well."
"Boy, after that beating, are you ready to admit defeat?"
Chen Xiang stiffened his neck and turned his face away, still stubborn as a dead duck with a stiff beak. "He was an ignorant lout who couldn't recognize quality! That doesn't count!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still not convinced." Bluestone Daoist circled Chen Xiang, his eyes full of mockery. "You can still concede now. Aren't you always going on about your uncle, the Holy Manifestation True Lord? Look at you now, beaten and hungry. That awe-inspiring uncle of yours can't save you."
"How about this? Kneel down, give me a good loud kowtow, and acknowledge this old Daoist as your uncle."
"What do you say?"
"In your dreams!" The moment Chen Xiang heard his own uncle insulted, his hackles rose.
He might have lost all his magic power, but the fighting spirit in his bones hadn't diminished in the slightest. His eyes bulged, and he lunged at Bluestone Daoist, arms flailing, looking ready to fight to the death.
"You old bull-nosed priest! How dare you insult my uncle! I'll fight you to the death today!"
"Brother! Come back!" Chen Xiaochan dragged her brother back to the wall, then turned to meet Bluestone Daoist's gaze. "Daoist, my brother is straightforward. Please don't hold it against him. Since this wager isn't over yet, how about another round?"
"What do you have in mind?" Some of Bluestone Daoist's mockery faded, and his manner became gentler than ever before.
Chen Xiaochan scanned the bustling street. Her gaze finally settled on the Gathering Immortals Restaurant right in its