As the lightning that had struck the earth dissipated.
A Daoist in blue-green robes walked toward them, round as a ball, with a thin mustache, his hair in a Daoist topknot, and a youthful face beneath snowy hair.
The stout Daoist was short and plain-looking, with a battered ancient copper-coin sword on his back. His appearance was much like that of a street fortune-teller.
But when Gu Chenfeng gazed into the old man's tiny, bean-like eyes.
For an instant, thunder and lightning seemed to crash toward him, giving him a fright.
Though unremarkable in appearance, this man's aura was as unfathomable as an abyss.
Seeing the newcomer, Gu Lingxiao smiled and cupped his hands.
"Martial Uncle!"
Then he patted Gu Chenfeng. "Quick, greet your Granduncle Master!"
Gu Chenfeng froze, then hurriedly bowed. "Granduncle Master!"
At the sight of Gu Chenfeng, the stout Daoist's solemn expression suddenly gave way to a broad grin.
"Hehe... Little Feng, you were still wetting the bed the last time I saw you. Look how much you've grown."
"Uh..."
Gu Chenfeng's lips moved, but for a moment, he had no idea how to respond.
"Martial Uncle, the Barbarian Tribe's Grand Shaman hasn't made any other moves, has he?"
The stout Daoist's long eyebrows twitched, arcs of electricity seeming to flash at their tips.
"Hmph, don't worry. That old thing does have some ability, but surely you know how strong your martial uncle is?
"If he really dares stir up trouble, I'll send him seven times seven heavenly lightning bolts and let him undergo his tribulation and ascend to heaven ahead of schedule!"
At these words, Wushu Lang and Nalan Qing, standing far away, began trembling again.
They felt even more fortunate that they had not foolishly tried anything against these two formidable men earlier.
The Barbarian