Although Song Shuhang didn't know where True Monarch Yellow Mountain was right now, he knew for sure that he was on Baijing Street... and perhaps he was even peeping at them.
As such, it was possible that he had seen Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist when the latter put on that self-important look, starting to recite poetry.
Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist... was seeking death big time this time around!
The nearby young monster hunter also blinked his eyes.
Wait a moment... 'it's time to sweep stupid Yellow Mountain's house clean'? Is it possible that this 'stupid Yellow Mountain' refers to True Monarch Yellow Mountain?
Just as the young monster hunter was in deep thought, Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist stretched out his hand and took out a letter, handing it over to Song Shuhang. "Little friend, in this letter are noted down some interesting things that are related to you and your family. You can consider it the remuneration for letting me practice next to you."
