"If we're playing, let's play. That's the Original Daoist. If you can leave behind a drop or two of Essence Blood, it's not a loss."
From a corner, a series of muffled giggles emerged.
The laughter grew louder, filled with mockery and willfulness.
At this moment, Wang Xuanzhi and Wang Xiaoyi's complexions had become somewhat unnatural.
Li Lunan was not only a Disciple of the Nine Marvels Taoist Temple, but she also had an indefinable relationship with Ma Yinglong.
Yet now, in the mouths of some, this pure and chaste Immortal Maiden appeared wanton and tempting.
"Fellow Daoist, did you see it with your own eyes?"
Just then, Zhou Dao's voice suddenly rang out like the cross of blades, suppressing all the noisy discussions in an instant.
Immediately, everyone's gaze turned toward the grim-faced burly man.
"I..."
"Let's hear it, what did you see that night?" Zhou Dao's voice turned even colder.