"Never anger a man who wants to dote on his wife."
Lin Qingchen and Gu Beihuai are not the same type of people, even if they were to fight, they couldn't be compared on the same level.
Gu Beihuai excelled in close combat while Lin Qingchen was adept at using his own conditions, focusing more on defense.
The two fought for a while, both exhausting themselves, but neither managed to touch the edge of the other's clothes.
Third Grandpa, watching the spectacle, yawned.
These idiots!
From nowhere, the old Taoist pulled out a handful of melon seeds and started cracking them open loudly.
This fight was genuinely hilarious, not serious or bloody at all, making for good entertainment.
Meanwhile, the old monk joined his hands and chanted "Amitabha!"
That old monk truly never forgot his superior, always mumbling a mantra.
