Yuan Changzi's heart was a little flustered.
The person he had offended was not a big shot... nor was she the disciple of a big shot…
However, he was also really aggrieved. He had never heard of a Taoist master with the surname Mo in the capital. Even if it was a famous Taoist master outside, they would usually have heard of it. After thinking about it, the surname Mo…
Yuan Changzi's heart suddenly jolted.
Mo?
Mo Lingzi?
Yuan Changzi's expression was strange for a moment. Then, he did not say anything. He silently wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked rather pitiful.
The monk glanced at him to express his comfort. Then, he knocked on the wooden fish and walked away.