The Song Rhymes resounded through Steamed Buddha City, startling everyone, including Tao Qian and Master Yuan.
Master Yuan was better off, only cursing Duobao for his shamelessness, as he always did so unabashedly.
Tao Qian, on the other hand, wished he could confront and verbally spar with his opportunistic master then and there. You wanted to make an entrance, sneaking in your own opening poem was bad enough, but what's with the "my son"?
"Master, if you want to show off, go ahead, but don't take advantage of me."
"Who took advantage of you? Isn't a disciple also a son? Stop your yammering, play your role as Buddha's son and marvelous monk. I can protect you, but the moment your cover is blown, you'll have to flee, and that Devil Concubine sister of yours will be out of your reach."
Duobao's quick rebuttal left Tao Qian speechless.
He didn't have time to refute, as the shockingly thick meat pillar was smashing down.
