Tang Chuxia watched as someone avoided danger with a side somersault and even kicked back in response.
Back and forth, the old Daoist exchanged several moves with Lin Qingchen's master.
"You old geezer, what are you doing here?" Lin Qingchen's master started off by cursing.
The old Daoist snorted coldly, "If I'm an old geezer, what does that make you?"
Both men were about the same age, so it was really hard to say who would die first.
Lin Qingchen hurried forward to break up the fight, and Tang Chuxia also approached out of curiosity. The old Daoist had only intended to scare Lin Qingchen's master a bit and, seeing no advantage in continuing, he stood to one side holding his duster, ignoring Lin Qingchen's master.
"Master, it's urgent, and we need you!"
Lin Qingchen briefly explained the situation. His master hadn't expected such a matter and sighed, "That poison is difficult for me to cure myself. It's the antidote concocted by chance back then."