By common sense, Chen Luo had done the right thing.
That way, Yvette gradually understood why she had not turned into a puppet in those bizarre dreams of hers.
Maybe she or Chen Luo had picked the wrong option in some earlier plot choice?
Or maybe her sister had chosen wrong.
"So, are you two done arguing? Could you explain a little about the relationship between your Luo Luo and that Holy Guardian Angel?" Bai Zhi could not help asking after watching Chen Luo and Yvette finish talking.
Gossip was every girl's natural instinct.
"Oh, it was nothing much. Back when I was volunteering at a hospital, an old man saw how hard I worked as a volunteer, how willing I was to help others, how charitable I was, and how much I enjoyed it, so he taught me some massage techniques."
"And there was also an older sister learning acupuncture under that old man with me. That was Yvette's sister." Chen Luo tried to keep the story brief.
"That was no ordinary old man. He was the inheritor of Shenzhou Medicine King Valley. Although the decline of spirit energy had ruined his family, and now acupuncture was the only thing he could really show for it, that acupuncture, combined with spiritual power, was still quite an effective treatment. I paid a considerable sum to have that old man teach my sister the Medicine King Valley's secret techniques. Yet you insisted on learning massage instead of acupuncture."
Chen Luo had not gotten a freebie. What a shame.
"What? That old man was that impressive? Ahem, forget it. What acupuncture could possibly compare to a Resurrection Spell? It wasn't a big deal."
"Anyway, Yvette's sister Sylvia and I studied under that old man. I learned massage, and she learned acupuncture. And