The old man’s face was a mask of anger, and his wording abounded with sullen fury. He would have been fine if he held his tongue, but once he started talking, he could hardly stop. It reached the point where he didn’t need any egging on from the Captain. He just angrily vented his fury, getting more and more worked up, until finally he ran out of words. At that point, he took a deep, shuddering breath. The pressure within him had finally been largely relieved.0

The Captain’s eyes glimmered with empathy. “You’ve had it really rough. Do you think you can determine who’s responsible?”6

“After thinking back to enemies I’ve made, I’ve narrowed it down to three people. And I’d say there’s a seventy to eighty percent chance it was orchestrated by Master Fieldcripple!”6

The old man gritted his teeth and his eyes shone with resolution. A moment passed and he took out two bags of holding which he gave to the Captain. Then he looked at Xu Qing.0

“Our meeting must be predestined affinity. I know the two of you Fellow Daoists are more complicated than you seem, and I know my place in the world. I won’t say anything to anyone. If you can’t show respect in small things, how can you expect it in big things? Let’s be friends.”1

The Captain laughed heartily as he took the bags of holding and scanned them with divine sense. It was full of amazing...4