The Wandering Young Taoist

“This is bad! A Taoist is coming!” A little demon rushed into the hall in a panic, fear and worry written all over its face.

“Stop blundering about. Have you no manners?” The great demon in the main seat snorted and pounded the armrest.

“I’ve killed more Taoists than you’ve eaten people.” The great demon stood up and glared coldly at the little demon.

A white figure suddenly strolled in, surveyed the demons, and smiled faintly.

“So, everyone’s here. Mind if I join you?”

The great demon’s eyes flew wide open. “Children, run!”