"Where did this arrogant fellow come from?"
Behind the Buddha's Patriarch, a handsome young Daoist could not help but angrily rebuke: "Judging by your looks, you've only just begun cultivating the Immortal Path not long ago. How dare you cause trouble here in the Three Star Cave..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yu Yuan had already looked over at him.
With just that one glance, the young Daoist seemed as if struck by lightning, as though he had seen some terrifying scene. His body began to tremble violently, and even his complexion became deathly pale in an instant, the rest of his words naturally stuck in his throat.
"Misfortune comes from the mouth."
The Buddha's Patriarch sighed softly, it was unclear if he was talking about the young Daoist or about himself.
With a light flick of his horsetail whisk, he instructed two children: "Take him back to rest. He was merely stricken in heart and spirit—some nurturing for a few days should be sufficient for recovery."
