White Impermanence put his long tongue on his shoulder and chuckled. "It's been more than a hundred years, isn't it?"
His tongue was too long, and he naturally had too much saliva. After just a few words, the Yama's face seemed to be spat out of a pot, dripping down.
The king's chest heaved violently, his shoulders were shaking, and his face turned livid.
The black cloaked disciple was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He grabbed his tongue tightly and quickly took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his face.
"Don't, don't mind..."
Yama suppressed the anger in his heart and grabbed the handkerchief. He waved his hand and said, "Well, old man, you'd better stand aside. What have you eaten? It's stinky..."
The black and white Impermanence retreated to one side, drooping his he
