"Good rabbit!!"
"That rabbit is a true mischief-maker, but it finally left and did something good!"
"Well, I'm not going to kill that rabbit today. Instead, I'll kill Yan Xiaobao..."
Soon, thousands of disciples surged towards Daosen Mountain, their fists clenched tightly, and the aura of murderous intent raged on.
Yan Xiaobao sat in the cave, filled with hatred for the talking rabbit. He hated it even more than he despised Phoenix Zhou Chang. When he heard the commotion from the foot of the mountain, he was preparing to fly away. Looking down, he saw countless people speeding towards his direction. His scalp tingled, and he hid as deep as possible in the cave.
"I'm finished. Done. Kaput..." As he sat before his master's portrait, he suddenly started getting very angry.
