At the Funeral, I Stomped My Foot, and the King of Hell Came to Bow

"Master, just who is that young Taoist fishing beside the Heavenly Pool on the mountaintop?"

Smack! A resounding slap.

"Even I have to address him as Grandmaster. How dare you call him a young Taoist!"

"But... but he looks only about twenty. How can his seniority be greater than yours, Master?"

"When I was as young as you are, he already looked just like that. More than a hundred years have passed, and he still looks exactly the same as before."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.