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The old Daoist priest properly looked at the skinny little girl for the first time.
The Daoist priest was tall and sturdy, while the little girl was as skinny as a bamboo pole.
The difference between them was night and day.
Under the Daoist priest's gaze, it was as if the skinny little girl, who had slammed her head into the well to seek release, were standing in the courtyard of a wealthy family on a hot summer's day and drinking a large bowl of plum soup from a white porcelain bowl.
The pain suddenly vanished, and she panted heavily as she leaned her back against the wall of the well. She timidly looked at the old immortal, and her instincts caused her gaze to rapidly dart around, seeking the location where the old man had hidden the "jewel."
People called this kind of behavior "not learning from mistakes."
Fortunately, the old Daoist priest's attitude toward the world—especially his attitude toward good and evil—was very different from ordinary people. He didn't think much about the skinny little girl's impudent behavior, but he was well aware of the little girl's identity. In fact, it was because of this that the old Daoist priest felt even more irritated at the old scholar who always claimed that "scholars only borrow things."
The two of them had made a bet many years ago, and the impoverished old scholar had relied on acting shamelessly and rolling around and screaming like a petty woman to win a token from him. The old scholar had then asked the old Daoist priest to guarantee that he would protect the person who held this token if he ever came across this person in the future. Since he had lost the bet, the old Daoist priest had naturally agreed to this request. However, his resentment toward the old scholar wasn't minor.
Afterward, the two of them had encountered each other again, and they had sat down...
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