“You don’t understand, Painting. There is no such thing as one hundred percent in this world. If some humans could choke to death while eating, then of course cornering a dangerous beast would have a chance to fail.”0

Paper Taoist didn’t get angry despite the ink wash old man’s provocation. He mused, “So long as you’re still alive, then you are a victor. Why else would I invite you over? It’s because I know your speed is unmatched, and that you can even travel underground. There is no one who can outrun you, is there?”0

“Hahaha! That’s right. So long as I am your driver, you’ll never have to worry about pursuers!”0

The ink wash old man was incredibly pleased to hear Paper Taoist’s praise. The way his beard swayed and spilled ink everywhere was quite comical. “Your smokescreen was pretty good too, paperboy. Who would’ve thought that all those paper dolls were fake? There’s no way that boy would find out the truth!”2

“Hahaha… you flatter me, Painting! My smokescreen is nothing compared to your skills!” Paper Taoist replied humbly. Although he found the nickname “paperboy” insulting—he was a bonafide Taoist master, dammit!—there was no harm in indulging an idiot.0

Paper Taoist and the ink wash old man were still licking each other’s boots when suddenly, the earth shook unnaturally,...0