The Daoist: "..."
He was dumbfounded for a moment, then asked, "Young friend, there's something I've been wanting to ask for a long time. Don't you ever get styes?"
Jiang Zuo didn't understand what he meant.
The Daoist continued, "You can see through anything. With so many people all over the street, are they all completely exposed in your eyes?"
Jiang Zuo: "..."
He then turned his gaze to the stall. Since the Daoist had said as much, he decided he might as well see through something and show him.
But just as Jiang Zuo's eyes fell upon the stall, the Daoist suddenly looked behind him with a dead serious expression and said, "Young friend, your wife is here for you."
Jiang Zuo froze for a second, then glanced back over his shoulder.
But there was no sign of Su Qi anywhere.
He frowned, knowing he had been tricked.
Sure enough, when he turned back around, the Daoist had already packed up his things and vanished in a flash.
Jiang Zuo: "..."
