The Curse Master frowned. Even after checking thoroughly with her cursed aura, she couldn't detect a single trace of curse on Lingluo. With a sigh, she reached into her space ring and produced an item shaped like a jagged black fang.
Lingluo blinked at it, her teary face tilting innocently.
"What is that?"
"Worry not. This is a diagnostic item, it reacts to curses," the woman said solemnly. She pressed the fang against Lingluo's head. A minute passed.
Nothing. Not a flicker, not even a spark of false hope.
"…Strange," the Curse Master muttered. She repeated the test again.
And again. Each time, the result was the same: the cute little junior in front of her wasn't cursed in the slightest.
Yu Xuan pinched the bridge of his nose.
'Why is she taking this so seriously? Does she think my sister got hit with some god-level undetectable curse like the one I had?'
Still, he couldn't help but want to see how far the curse master would go before realizing she'd been played.
