333 Ill Tempered Fox

The immortal wriggled his now visible webbed feet. Upon closer inspection, he seemed to possess the strangest physique: not exactly a man, yet not exactly a fish.

A catfish, to be exact.

A pair of long whiskers, formed of glossy skin, sprouted from above the immortal's nearly nonexistent mouth, floating as if underwater.

"This is most unseemly," Bai Qingyue said with a smirk, crossing his arms as he raised his eyebrows condescendingly. 

"Ah, so you do know how to smile!" the immortal harrumphed loudly, clearly annoyed, as he grabbed an empty bowl from the nearest food stall to cover his shame.

"Only when there is reason to." 

"Ill-tempered, mannerless fox!" grumbled the immortal. "The answer to the riddle is 'an equal', you fool. Equal!"

"I tire of this," Bai Qingyue sighed dramatically. He suddenly turned on his heel and walked away.

"Wait!" the immortal cried out.