At seven in the morning, an elderly man, stark naked, was sprinting furiously in front of Xiaoyao Lodge.
Li Banfeng ran shoulder-to-shoulder with the old man, a Projector filming them in sync.
"Isn't this Xie Juncong, Sect Leader of the Ghost Hand Sect?" Li Banfeng introduced him comprehensively, his voice loud and clear.
Xie Juncong gave a dry laugh. "Seventh Master, I didn't expect us to meet here."
"Sect Leader Xie, you're in such a hurry. Is there something urgent?"
"Nothing urgent, just out stretching my legs."
"Sect Leader Xie, are you wearing so little because it's so hot?"
"You're not wrong, it really is quite hot today!"
"Sect Leader Xie, are you heading home? Shall I hire a car to give you a ride?"
"No need to be so courteous, I can walk back!"
Li Banfeng really did want to give him a "ride"—straight back to his ancestral home, permanently.
This was the second time this old thief had stolen from Li Banfeng.
