The Old Taoist chuckled dryly and changed the subject: "By the way, I went and stole another fish. You continue cultivating, and I'll make fish soup for you."
"You weren't caught, right?" Zhang Ling immediately asked, putting the Old Taoist in an awkward spot.
The Old Taoist straightened his face: "My martial arts are invincible in the world, who could catch me? Rest assured!"
Zhang Ling replied with exasperation: "Master, if it weren't for the fact that your cultivation technique was actually useful to me, I'd think you were a fraud. You always say you're invincible, but I've never seen you in action."
The Old Taoist turned back, seeing his disciple actually doubting his abilities, his expression became stern: "Watch, I'll show you a trick!"
With that, the Old Taoist sat down, and suddenly his body began to float slowly, as if an invisible force was holding him up.
But Zhang Ling rolled her eyes: "Besides this, what else can you do?"
