Sha Chen's cheeks twitched.
Zhenyuanzi, this old fellow, is the type who won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin, and won't release the hawk until he spots the hare.
He simply refused to leave.
So he said, "Didn't Senior say he was just passing by this place? How is it you have so much time to linger here?"
Zhenyuanzi was also taken aback, not expecting Sha Chen to catch his slip of the tongue.
Then, after a moment of silence, he said, "Although I am passing by, I am not in a hurry. It so happens that I know of you, Fellow Daoist. I even specially sent a Disciple to deliver ginseng fruit and a visiting card, as well as an invitation."
"But it seems you are not very appreciative, Fellow Daoist, refusing both the invitation and the visiting card, and not wanting the ginseng fruit either. Do you think so little of me?"
At this point, he once again took the upper hand.
Moreover, his eyes became sharp.
