The Way of Non-Action

Luo Shuqing's fingers, resting on the hem of her skirt, tightened slightly again.

Her gaze first fell on Fang Shuwen, then on the old Daoist priest, and suddenly she exclaimed in surprise:

"He... he was faking it?"

"Um?"

Upon hearing Luo Shuqing's voice, the old Daoist priest opened one eye.