"Who dared?" The man flew into a rage, his eyes sweeping around before they suddenly landed on Daoist Master Xiao.
Daoist Master Xiao slightly drew back his head, and his feet actually retreated several steps. Even the "secret manual" he had extended was pulled back!
"Thunk, thunk..." Several dull sounds rang out—it was the sound of a bamboo pole striking the ground. Seizing the moment, Yuan Ya stepped forward twice, his icy gaze sweeping over the burly man.
Yuan Ya's gaze was bone-chillingly cold. Even Xiao Hua sensed the danger within it. Glared at by Yuan Ya, the burly man could not help but shudder. Then he cast a disdainful glance at Daoist Master Xiao, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go. Don't lower ourselves to the level of this sort of person!"
The woman immediately picked up the little girl and followed the man away in quick, tiny steps.
"Hehe..." Daoist Master Xiao seemed accustomed to this, but he still shrugged and said to Xiao Hua with great helplessness, "Look, how should this old man put it? This old man is too low-key. They simply cannot see this old man's depth, much less hear the meaning behind this old man's words! A tune too lofty finds few to sing along—alas, alas!"
Then, that secret manual was tucked away into one of his sleeves, though who knew which one. He flicked his horsetail whisk and began walking forward again. Xiao Hua merely smiled, finding it amusing. Yet after taking only a few steps, his brows rose. He slightly turned his head and looked toward the tea stall from which the burly man had emerged.
Beside that tea stall, beneath a large banyan tree, two old men were fiercely battling over a chessboard. Nothing appeared amiss, yet Xiao Hua knew that