Mo Tanglong wanted to retreat. "Maybe we should just leave."
But Jiang Ce shook his head. Leaving is not an option. I should be able to learn something about the Yin and Yang Spring from this Xu. How can I possibly give up?
Seeing Jiang Ce's expression, Mo Tanglong sighed. "But if we don't leave, that shrew won't let us in. Taoist Jiang, you're not thinking of climbing over, are you? I'm telling you, that woman is crazy—she really will chop someone up!"
Jiang Ce smiled. "Don't worry, I have a plan." He looked toward the gate, a blue light swirling in his eyes.
A moment later, Jiang Ce suddenly called out, "Press on the midline of his chest, one inch up, a total of seven times. Then try rubbing behind his ears."
As expected, a stream of curses followed by severe coughing came from inside the house. "I'm your mother! Who the hell are you? Scram!"
Jiang Ce chuckled. "Try what I said, and you'll find out who I am."
