After all, he really didn't want to die.
But the Female Daoist acted as if she had seen right through him, completely unconcerned with his thoughts.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, when the atmosphere had grown chillingly tense, Tang Yun could no longer bear it and finally spoke up.
"What exactly do you want? Why would I do something that has no upside for me, only drawbacks?"
The Female Daoist chuckled lightly. "You're good at playing these little games, but you need to know when and where to play them. With me, such petty cleverness isn't amusing in the slightest."
"But I'm a benevolent person. Since you're so keen on being clever, I don't mind indulging you and just telling you."
With that, the Female Daoist stopped wasting words. She reached into her sleeve, fumbled around for a moment, and then pulled out a strange object.
The object was spherical and covered with a network of fine cracks.
