"That's not right, West Valley True Monarch asked you to wait for a Daoist, we're both Taoists, why did you go straight for Brother Xuan without asking if I could solve the problem?"
Zhao Wuya asked.
The bald boss squeezed out a smile and said, "I see you dressed quite shabbily, probably don't get much business, but this guy is different, with a hint of celestial aura in his clothing, clearly a wealthy Taoist, those seeking his fortune must be rich or noble,
I made a little money myself, not afraid of expensive fortune fees, just worried the cheap ones won't get the job done..."
"Motherfucker, if I wasn't off the donkey now, I'd beat you until your face blooms like peaches, consider it because I didn't have breakfast."
Zhao Wuya couldn't stand it anymore and flipped off the donkey, ready to square off with the bald boss.
"Calm down, calm down."
Zhou Xuan hurriedly stopped Zhao Wuya.
