The Taoist nun looked at Xiaoyi for a while, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, showing a bit of surprise.
"Little imp, your fate is really strange, blessed and cursed at the same time. The people of the Liu family haven't perished yet, and you actually met them."
As she spoke, the Taoist nun's expression eased, she took a deep look at Zhou Dao and showed a playful smile.
She withdrew her gaze, raised her hand, and with a furious burst of chain-like lightning, threw Ming Zhao and nailed him to a mountain.
"Little imp, if you ever dare to say such things again, I'll come all the way to your Demon Control Department's southern headquarters."
The Taoist nun looked cold, seemingly still brooding over Ming Zhao's reckless words.
The cold voice echoed in the wilderness and outskirts; then the Taoist nun raised her jade hand, and a bright Talisman soared into the sky, breaking into two large hands of Mysterious Light, wildly slapping Ming Zhao's face left and right.