Jiang Xuan imperceptibly furrowed his brow, also recalling some past events.
The little girl stole chickens from the mountain, and he indulged her, breaking the rules to cure mortals, he spoiled her, but to engage in Dual Cultivation with a fellow Daoist? That was something he would definitely stop.
Moreover, that so-called Daoist...
Jiang Xuan had no intention of discussing morality with Shen Zhixi, simply asking him, "When the police found her, her whole body was pitifully thin, with bruises on her wrists and ankles."
Shen Zhixi understood what he meant by that and defended himself righteously, "At that time, I didn't know when she would come back. What I tied up was just a 'dummy' without a soul, if it were her, I would definitely give her the best conditions."
Jiang Xuan said nothing, his expression as cold as frost. Under such a menacing presence, Shen Zhixi's expression gradually became less confident.
