At the Daoist Sect: The Old Man Keeps Forcing Me to Do Bad Things

"Old man, isn't what we're doing a little immoral?"

"No, no, no. This is a way to free him from his dull life, to give his boring existence a purpose."

"Besides, as my last disciple, you need to be confident. Got it?"

"Oh, I see."

Dao Ji slowly rose from his reclining chair and strolled to the inner sect's training grounds, his aura radiating pure swagger.

"Forgive my bluntness, but everyone here is a bunch of **!"

"What the hell did you say!?"

"Can we really let that slide, brothers!? Get him!"

"Damn, that's asking for trouble! Run already!"

There's an old geezer in Dao Ji's head who spends every day egging him on to do bad things...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.