Ye Fan turned around and left and cursed in quiet unhearable voice, "Fucking fatty Duan, I hope your son is born without an ass!"
"This poor Daoist is a monk, so I can't get married and have children."
"You can even hear this?" Ye Fan was actually quite startled, saying, "Grandpa Daoist Duan, you should just go. Are you still not satisfied even after taking away three of my spiritual treasures?"
"I have quite a bit of unfinished destiny with this little friend…" the fat Daoist replied with a face full of smiles.
"Con-man Duan, you're being too overbearing!" Ye Fan's darkened. He could not afford to provoke this shameless Daoist, so all he could do was leave this mountain.
