This turn of events was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the whole classroom was filled with the children's guffaws.
The Daoist priest stood up, his face burning. Meeting his tiny employer, Zhou Tao's, doubtful gaze, he immediately straightened his expression and shouted while lunging toward Master Jiang, "You evil creature, where did you flee to?"
Swish, swish, swish. The Daoist priest charged to the front of Master Jiang and started waving his peach-wood sword up and down, his body dancing with it. He looked like he was putting a lot of effort into it, as though he was truly fighting some invisible evil creature.
Master Jiang's face was flushed with anger. He moved left and right to dodge the priest's peach-wood sword and was about the admonish the priest.
