"Looks like you're not a good person either, all is void, void is form, form is void."
"This is your tip."
Sikong Master pulled out a wad of cash from a bag made of woven material.
"Wow, you're really something, but hey, you're really handsome..."
"My name is Sikong."
"All is void, void is form, form is void." The girl coquettishly pressed her ample bosom against him, "Sikong, you're really stylish."
Girls like her, working in nightclubs, have to be enthusiastic, otherwise they might lose their jobs very easily. So whether or not there's a chance, as long as the person is a man, any flirting is worth a try. They're all temptresses, who are they putting on a pure act for?
"I really am a Daoist, you know."
Sikong Master pulled out a horsetail whisk from that gray fabric bag again.
The horsetail whisk, its texture like light clouds and color like silver, coupled with a dark brown long handle, looked extremely splendid.
