Another day passed, and Taoist Priest Clarity once again performed acupuncture on Gavin Graves.
He pressed down where the cinnabar was and moved three inches downward, his expression immediately turning grim.
The taoist priest was furious, "This damn brat!"
Having said that, he abruptly stood up, took the ghost exorcism stick from his bag, and made a move as if to find Cherry.
Gavin Graves held him by the shoulder, "Taoist Priest Clarity!"
"Mr. Graves, do you still intend to protect her?" The priest's expression was cold and stern, "Right now, your right hand is like a burning house. I pour water into it, and she pours oil! If this continues on, your hand will be destroyed sooner or later!"
Gavin said, "Taoist priest, this is my family matter."
"How can you be so muddleheaded?! She is deliberately preventing you from getting better to manipulate you for a lifetime!"
Gavin's expression remained unmoved, still calm, "Taoist priest, please use the needle."
