"What the heck? You're not into guys? I might have believed you if you hadn't explained; the more you explain, the less I believe you!" Zhang Menglong immediately used all his life-long agility technique, but alas, his speed was no match for a Dao Realm master.
In the blink of an eye, the little old man appeared before Zhang Menglong. He grinned, revealing oddly crooked, yellowed teeth. This appearance, even among a group of beggars, wouldn't require any makeup; it was hard to associate him with a formidable Dao Realm master.
"Hehehe, young brother, why are you running so fast? I'm not some pervert."
"I know a psychiatric hospital where all the patients claim they're not mentally ill!" Zhang Menglong was ready to summon his Dao Realm puppet at any moment.
But indeed, he didn't sense any malicious intent from this old man; it seemed as though he didn't intend to harm him.
"What exactly do you want?"
