This Daoist before him was somewhat putting on a show. Baisha Port was only about one or two miles from here, yet this Daoist had stubbornly walked all this way with slow, deliberate steps.
When the Waterwork Daoist saw Xu Qing, his lips still carried a faint smile.
The water monkey he trained would occasionally catch living people for fun; this was no surprise.
The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that the water monkey had not followed his orders and killed all the bothersome officials on the boat, leaving one alive and stranded on the riverbank.
"Daoist, you are indeed extraordinary. Even in the dead of night, you have the leisure to stroll by the riverside..." Xu Qing's smile was even more radiant than the Waterwork Daoist's, the kind of smile an angler displays when a big fish bites the hook.
