Pei Laoliu glanced at him and remained silent.
The reason he was still standing here and hadn't gone back was partly because the young Taoist and his group hadn't left yet. On the other hand, he also wanted to know what exactly was wrong with himself.
In fact, Master Liu had already guessed the situation earlier today; after all, he had arranged to have lunch with Zhang Xiaoman at noon.
Thinking of Zhang Xiaoman, an incredulous thought emerged in Pei Laoliu's mind, as the scene from the cultivation exchange conference last time replayed in his memory.
At this moment, the high school boy stepped forward, and aside from the group of classmates jeering behind him, other spectators also began discussing amongst themselves.
"Could this be another stooge? How many have there been before? Why do I feel like all these people around are stooges?"
"Man, don't talk about others. I just saw you getting really into it, and I thought you were a stooge too."
