Zhang Kui had a deep impression of Cui Yebai.
An impoverished scholar, with a fallen family background, daring beyond belief, and brave enough to travel the desolate mountain roads alone at night.
Of course, if he hadn't encountered him and Zhu Sheng, he would have already been harmed by the Chang Ghosts driven by Fatty Tiger, who was still a Wild Demon at that time.
That night in the dilapidated temple, full of spirit, he recounted ancient tales over drinks, allowing Zhang Kui to learn about the marvelous and splendid worlds over the vast oceans.
Fatty Tiger sitting beside him also saw it, shook his head, and chuckled, "Isn't this that foolish scholar who dreamt of entrusting his life to the rivers and seas? How did he end up becoming a beggar?"
Bam!
Zhang Kui flicked his forehead with a finger, "Noisy!"
Finished speaking, he stepped forward, lifted his Taoist robe, and squatted down, "Brother Cui, do you still remember Zhang?"
Cui Yebai's eyes were dull, "Hehehe…"
