C86 Dysentery

"Grandmaster Daoyuan, that kid hasn't even grown all his feathers. What right does he have to be your assistant? Don't tell me that in Grandmaster Daoyuan's eyes, we're all just brats!" A middle-aged Daoist priest wearing a dark green Daoist robe said in a clear voice.

Dao Yuan glanced at the middle-aged Daoist Priest and could not help but frown. His words were not only a question to Liu Cheng