"Next time, you're not allowed to ride it."
Zhao Wuya shouted while stomping his feet.
...
The surrounding You Shen encircled Peng Hou, waiting for Zhou Xuan to show up,
while the mist in Mingjiang Prefecture was slowly dissipating, growing thinner by the moment.
After waiting for nearly an hour, Zhou Xuan finally emerged from the thinning fog, riding a donkey and dressed in a black storyteller's long robe, his hairstyle impeccably neat.
"Apologies for being late, everyone."
Zhou Xuan opened his folded fan, gently fanning himself, his gaze fixed on Peng Hou as he remarked, "The former Great Ancestor of the Tattoo Clan, looking like this mess?"
Peng Hou, with his slender frame and a tattoo of a peach blossom tree on his face, was suddenly mocked for his appearance by Zhou Xuan, visibly incensed.
"I was the Great Ancestor of the past, and I remain the Great Ancestor of the Tattoo Clan now and in the future."
"Defiant even at death's door."
