Lying Through His Teeth

The fat Daoist priest seemed to have heard him. He smacked his lips and continued to sleep with his head tilted.

Yash Wonka smiled bitterly when he saw this. He led his men and quietly left this place. There was a hint of fear in his respect.

Looking at his appearance, it would appear that the fat Daoist priest was not a simple person.

Heather Sage's bright eyes were filled with curiosity as she looked at the bare stall. There was not even a feather on it. It was a stark contrast to the other stalls that were filled with things.

"Daoist priest, did someone steal your things?" she asked softly.

"Who stole my things?"

The fat Daoist priest opened his eyes and stood up when he heard that something was lost.

However, as he was drunk, he was a little dizzy and lost his balance, falling to the ground the moment he stood up.

The surrounding martial artists could not help but laugh.