The elderly Daoist had an amiable expression and a smile as warm and mellow as a spring breeze. He was easy to like.

However, when he heard the word “scram”, his smile stiffened. He opened his mouth as if to say something.

But before he could, the old blind man grinned. “You’re nothing but a hired flunky, yet you dare set your sights on us? You really… must be sick of living!”

The old blind man’s hollowed-out sockets “stared” at him, making the elderly Daoist’s hair stand on end. He frantically cried out, “I’ll scram right now!”

He turned and fled.

“You offended me. If I let you escape, won’t it make me seem inept?” The old blind man snorted coldly, raised his hand, and tapped the air.

Bang!

The elder in Daoist robes exploded into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated. His empty robes fluttered to the ground. 

Those nearby watched, but it seemed they were accustomed to this sort of thing.

One of the passersby, a charming, mature woman laughed and jeered, “That riffraff truly had no judgment. It’s obvious at a glance that a low-class character trained him, and his death is unworthy of pity.”

This declaration provoked...