"Although Jile Old Buddha prides himself highly as an Old Buddha, in fact, back then, he was merely a disciple of Ancestro Xu Tuo, uh, a child blowing in the wind under that old bald Xu Tuo, without any particularly formidable abilities, taking a full three hundred years to reach the True Martial Dharma Form Realm."
Old White Tiger spoke articulately in human language, his words unexpectedly elegant and clear.
Feeling the chilly gaze of Zhou Ping'an riding on his back, he quickly changed his words, calling Ancestro Xu Tuo an old baldy, embodying the spine of a weather-vane literati.
"It turns out to be a literate Old White Tiger."
Zhou Ping'an was greatly astonished in his heart.
Yet, he reprimanded, "Stick to the main topic, stop beating around the bush, if we delay any longer, that Jile fellow will have already escaped without a trace."
