Zhou Shaochen looked at the Little Daoist and said, "Little Senior Brother, now you believe me, don't you? My big brother is indeed Zhou Shaogang!"
"Believed, believed! So you're the younger brother of our Senior Brother!" At this moment, the attitude of the Little Daoist towards Zhou Shaochen changed a full one hundred and eighty degrees. He became much more amiable compared to before.
Zhou Shaogang spoke, "Little Senior Brother, my red-haired brother here also encountered an unexpected situation on the road. If not for that, he would have already been at the mountain gate with me. I hope you can do me a favor, make things easy, and let him participate in the Daoist Skills Conference. How about it?"
Instantly, the Little Daoist grew troubled. He simply couldn't afford to offend Zhou Shaochen; he was just an Outer Sect Disciple of the Wendao Sect, and an Inner Sect Disciple could easily obliterate him if they wanted.
