Chapter 444: An Autumn Journey to Yangzhou in the Ninth Year of Mingde
While the mountain villagers stood in shock and discussion, not one of them could have imagined that the immortal they speculated about—the master who had eliminated the evil god—was actually on a distant mountain peak, just across from them.
At this very moment, he was sharing a meal with a little girl, enjoying a dish that did not belong to this era.
“Daoist priest! You lied!”
“Hmm?”
“You lied!”
“When?”
“Yesterday!”
“What about yesterday?”
“You lied to those people who came to offer incense!”
The little girl held a piece of chicken tightly in both hands—it was the tendon knot, the toughest part. This was from a fully grown rooster that had lived for several years, and this particular piece was exceptionally firm. She gripped it with all her strength, pulling forward with her hands while biting down and pulling in the opposite direction with her teeth.
After struggling for who knows how long, the tendon finally snapped. The sudden release sent her upper body lurching backward, her head jerking as she wobbled from the force.