He could hardly believe that Duan Guan, who had raised him for so many years, could be such a person.
Chen Yi paid no attention to him. He pinched his fingers slightly and calculated a divination. The omens aligned well—it seemed his suspicions were nearing the truth. If the temple keeper Duan Guan was indeed a yellow weasel spirit, it would explain why she had connections with the Five Chaotic Gods, as well as the many deity statues in her home...
Only, there were still unresolved questions. The mysteries remained layered and deep.
"Where is your bedroom?"
Duan Siyuan was still immersed in his heavy emotions, as if he hadn't heard the question at all.
Chen Yi was about to ask again when the beautiful Madam Duan stepped forward, speaking softly: "Allow me to lead the Daoist master there."
Yin Tingxue tensed for a moment but maintained her composure outwardly.
"Alright," Chen Yi replied.
