After thirty-six thousand years of slumber, who rules this land and all beneath the heavens?
A thousand-zhang-tall demonic shadow stood between heaven and earth. Dark clouds blotted out the sun, and its demonic might surged skyward.
The old Taoist leaned on his cane and slowly walked toward Mo Ye, just about to cast a spell.
"Stop!" Mo Ye shouted.
"Could you do it without the cane?"
Mo Ye looked at the cane in the old Taoist's hand. It was smooth and lustrous as jade. He wouldn't believe for a second that it wasn't a magical treasure.
The old Taoist shook his head.
"Could you not hit me in the face?"
The old Taoist shook his head.
"Could you just hit me where I've got more meat?"
The old Taoist shook his head.
"Could you do it without using spiritual power?"
The old Taoist's face had gone a little dark.
Looking at the enormous trees all around them, Mo Ye sent a voice transmission to Wan Xiaolong. "That pagoda you just picked up. Where is it? Let me see it."
"Huh? What did you say?" Wan Xiaolong said, digging at his ears.
Mo Ye's handsome little face darkened. What the hell did you cover your ears for when I was transmitting telepathically?
