Inner Demons

As they drew closer, they saw Cong Yunzi standing with his hands behind his back, speaking to a gatekeeping servant: "Wait? Do you know the connection between your master and me? If you dare to block me again, I'll kill you on the spot!"

But the young servant just kept smiling, not saying a word, seemingly unafraid, merely blocking the entrance to prevent him from passing.

Manager Ding didn't recognize Cong Yunzi, but he was a sociable person. He walked over, cupped his hands towards Cong Yunzi, and said with a smile, "Friend, don't be so anxious. Taoist Priest Li does have some rules here. Since you were invited, you must be a person of taste. Why argue with a servant boy? I think we should just..."

Cong Yunzi shot him a cold glance. "Get lost. What do you think you are."

With that said, he waved his large sleeve, and the gatekeeping servant was instantly sent flying four or five steps back, falling to the ground unable to get up. Cong Yunzi then strode directly through the gate.

At this turn of events, everyone looked at each other in dismay. Manager Ding's face flushed with anger, and he could only stammer, "This, this, this person, this, this..."

Li Yunxin patted his shoulder and quickly added fuel to the fire, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Didn't you see he's wearing a Taoist robe? He's also a person cultivating for longevity. What if he beats us to death?"

Manager Ding, breathing heavily, stared at Cong Yunzi's back. "Pah. A person like this is worthy of cultivating for longevity! How can Taoist Priest Li have such a friend?"

Although they were angry, the dozen or so people outside the gate followed Cong Yunzi in.