Opening his eyes to see the sun rising again the next morning, Huang Anshi felt as if a lifetime had passed.
When five of them, master and disciples, were thrown into the underground water prison, they thought they were done for.
They truly were defeated, completely no match for that demon, but fortunately, they spared them and didn't silence them forever.
The Liusheng Dojo still provided a free breakfast. Seeing white steamed buns even, the disciples, lacking in scheming, were much cheered, except Huang Anshi, who found the food tasteless.
Who eats big white buns in the morning? It feels like eating offerings…
"I remember I warned you all, it's fine to perform the exorcism ritual, but you must never disturb the guests, disrupting the proper business of the dojo."
Sakurai Sayuri didn't look pleased, but it wasn't to the point of wanting to kill them.
"Proper business?"
"Isn't it considered proper business compared to you?"
Huang Anshi had no argument to counter.
