Within the city of Qiantang, the sound of Buddhist chanting and immortal music resonated incessantly.
In a quiet room of a certain Zen monastery, Master Tao Da accidentally let his own master jest with him for a while.
He was certain that Duobao Daoist knew Yunrong was by his side and said those words on purpose.
Tao Qian even suspected:
"Before, Master Yuan said I was taken out by my cheap master to use the 'Beauty Trap.' Now, it seems that it might not be untrue."
"Did he already receive some benefits from Grandma Taizhen beforehand, softening because of favors received, hmph, it must be the case."
"Shameless Daoist, only receiving without giving, even using his own disciple to exchange for treasures."
While his thoughts raced, he looked up, and sure enough, he locked gazes with Yunrong, whose alluring eyes seemed to be both smiling and not at the same time.
Just as he was about to refute, he suddenly saw Yunrong blink her eyes.
