A Quack Cultivator Asks If a Fellow Daoist Is Pizza Dough

“...Huh?”

I stood there dumbfounded, holding the water prism suspended in the air.

An unexpected audience had appeared.

I’d been testing whether a prism that used water’s refractive index might be more useful than a blurry copper mirror…

when some man suddenly dropped out of the sky and started pounding his forehead against the ground at my feet, begging for his life.

“I failed to introduce myself. I-I am your junior, Ziqing (子淸)… I committed the grave discourtesy of failing to recognize Mount Tai and daring to probe you with my paltry divine sense! Please, please, Senior! You may gouge out my eyes, but spare my life!!”

‘Is he crazy? Why would I gouge out his eyes? Is he from the Kurta Clan? Am I the Phantom Troupe?’

The Phantom Troupe… Maybe I could borrow the name of a cool villain from my previous life.

‘A troupe? It sounds cool, at least.’

Anyway, setting those other thoughts aside, I didn’t know what this guy might do, so I raised the power of the Five-Element Return-Flow Method another notch...