"I was sleeping soundly, and someone forcibly woke me up, how can you blame me?" Wuyue said irritably.
The Taoist nun's eyes narrowed, "You were hit by the Truth-Spitting Spell?"
"Ha, it's my own blood, used by this girl to trigger the sorcery." On Wuyue's face, there was a look of helplessness and anger, "The golden blood talisman is too powerful. I shot myself in the foot, it'll take at least three days to recover."
Hearing that Wuyue actually knew he was cursed, and seeing his annoyed expression,
I almost couldn't hold back my laughter. With his solitary and proud nature, who knows how much he's fussing inside!
The one-eyed Taoist nun, unfamiliar with Wuyue, burst into unrestrained laughter, "Hahaha, this is also a kind of fate. It's rare for someone to come looking for Madam Zhao after so many years."
"What? Madam Zhao?? The owner of White Lady Mountain is named Madam Zhao?" I re-evaluated the Taoist nun.
