Journey to find Quan Buddha! -2

A sudden chill fills the air.

Suddenly, an enormous figure emerged from behind a cluster of trees... it was the old werewolf, his eyes burning with fury and deep hatred.

He had worked very hard to grow those moon grass that way he could perform a ritual and return back into being a human Daoist.

But his hard work was in veins as someone dared to pick them before they could be used for ritual.

"You dare steal from me?" roared the old werewolf with a soul-chilling voice, his words reverberating through the forest.

" I have been cultivating those moon grasses for centuries! You dare pollute the offering? Courting Death!!!... Now suffer," The old werewolf said with blood cruddling tone, his body covered instantly enveloping into a brownish aura.