The Fog Walker slowly caught up with the train of thought. "Shouldn't this be classified under the unpredictable 'guest energy'?"
Yue Ying, the Daoist, was so angry that his nose was slightly crooked. He pointed to the Fog Walker's head: "With your comprehension, you really can only be a temporary sect master. In our era, you wouldn't even qualify as an elder!"
The Fog Walker felt deep resentment in his heart. That old thing was flaunting his age, always talking about our era, always saying that each generation is worse than the last. It made him feel like an ignorant child.
"Even as a substitute sect master, I'm still the master. Can you show some respect, please?!"
He very much wanted to give the old thing a knock on the head, but changed his words at the last moment:
"Yes, yes, you're right, please enlighten me."
Yue Ying helped him recollect: "Previously, he and Mi Fei debated about the difference between 'ling' and 'spiritual energy'."
