"My sister, his brother-in-law... who?"
After a moment of bewilderment, Yin Quan suddenly shook his head.
"Wait, you don't mean Jun Yao, do you?"
The voice replied, "Who else could it be?"
"...What nonsense. Do you honestly think that's funny?"
Yin Quan rolled his eyes, too disinclined to respond.
"Not funny? How is it not funny?"
Not far from Yin Quan, a ball of emerald light rippled into being and floated leisurely into the air. Clear and limpid, smooth as woven brocade, it swayed like moonlight spilling into a room, hazy and dreamlike.
Then the emerald light expanded and contracted, revealing a young Daoist standing tall and graceful in midair, with red lips, white teeth, and the bearing of an immortal.
Though his features were elegant and clear-cut, his blue robes were filthy, stained with great patches of yellow mud. He looked as though he had just struggled out of a field, thoroughly bedraggled.
"Junior martial uncle... did you go stealing food and get chased by a dog, then take a bath in a field along the way?"
As the young Daoist entered the pavilion and plopped down,
a rank, turbid stench wafted from him straight into Yin Quan's face. It left Yin Quan dizzy and lightheaded, as though a great hand had seized his throat, making breathing difficult. Countless terrifying, fragmented visions faintly arose in his mind, threatening to steal his senses.
Yin Quan secretly circulated his Mystery Art several times, yet still found it difficult to dispel them.
Helpless, he could only retreat more than a hundred feet away, leaving the youth sitting alone in the pavilion, munching and chewing as though no one else were there.
"I took a stroll around the Dragon Palace, and as luck would have it, I ran into Tao Shaojun of the