The child mocked Ahmao with a sentence and ran away, pulling a face.
Ahmao was fuming with anger, "Damn it, even a little brat dares to ridicule me, a bully."
Good, Ahmao had a very accurate perception of himself.
He even knew he was a bully.
"The Pearl Cloud Silk really does look beautiful, almost otherworldly indeed," I wondered to myself.
When chatting earlier, I felt that the old man was deluding himself.
But at this moment, even I began to feel that the garment woven from spider silk must be the work of the Immortal Clan.
Upon reaching the Temple of the Five Passages God, compared to the bustle in the streets, this place was much quieter.
Two people clad in black stood at the entrance, faces hidden behind painted masks.
Even without seeing their expressions, one could sense an ominous and unapproachable aura radiating from them.
The source of this ominous aura was the killings they had been involved in, along with the Life-bound Gu on them.
