Smoke swirling, Taoist Sanbao took a step back while holding Li, frowning at the billowing smoke and dust in front of him, momentarily uncertain.
He always felt that the thing attacking him looked familiar, somewhat resembling Du Tong's flying ship.
'We're all neighbors, our business doesn't overlap, there's no need to be ruthless.'
Taoist Sanbao called out loudly, "May I ask which fellow Taoist this is? It's all a misunderstanding. If there's anything, why don't we talk away from the smoke!"
Zhang Ze, who had transformed into a demon within the smoke, felt a bit awkward. He didn't intend to hit anyone with the flying ship; it just had some major issues.
Earlier, in the sky, the flying ship had mistakenly identified Li as a fat man sitting on the ship pretending to be struck in an accident, and kindly suggested to collide directly.
