I drew the Shadow of Cheng, moved a few steps, and stood on the white stone beach.

In the center of the stone beach, on a stone the size of two millstones, sat a skinny old Taoist, dressed in tattered clothes, with a few wild chrysanthemums inserted in his hair. He had a Yaoqin lying across his knees, and his bird-like fingers plucked the strings while he chanted:

"I pick a hundred knots of clothes, and collect Eastern fences for you. Half a day's worth is not enough, tomorrow morning it will be full of branches..."

"Show your weapon, Daoist Baihe."

It's not that I don't appreciate his style, but I really don't know what strange moves he might come up with in the next second.

"The Lord with giant eyes, have we met before? You look somewhat familiar."

As night fell, his eyes stared at me, as if probing something.

"Never. Show your weapon."

I was getting a little impatient. I hadn't had a sip of spirits all day outside, and I was thirsty.

He twirled his beard, laughed heartily, and said, "To be able to instantly break a ten thousand-strong army of old skeletons, the Lord with giant eyes is truly deserving of his reputation. I concede defeat. There's an even more formidable killer waiting for you behind. Farewell."

He waved his sleeve and summoned a huge white crane, gracefully riding on it as he departed.

This Daoist Baihe is quite interesting. He admits defeat openly after losing, without clinging or pestering. Although he practices the art of Yin and Shady Puppets, he is straightforward and open.

It's a pity he's an enemy, otherwise, I would invite him to have a few drinks on the boat and make friends.