After softly uttering what were probably her name's two characters, the woman closed her eyes again.
At once, all the words Shen Gui had prepared were forced back down his throat.
If he had not truly never met this silver-robed woman before, he would have suspected that he had somehow offended her.
Shen Gui's expression of wanting to speak yet holding himself back made Shang Yang want to laugh.
Of course, Shang Yang was certainly not the only one who found it amusing, but she was the only one who actually laughed aloud.
Seeing this, perhaps afraid that Shen Gui would grow embarrassed and angry, the fourth Daluo—a burly man who looked exceptionally forthright—immediately tried to smooth things over. "Fellow Daoist Silver Moon has always been like this. Little Friend Shen Gui, please do not take offense. My name is Ci Tie. If you do not mind, you can call me Old Tie."
The big man's voice rang beside Shen Gui's ear, and this time, Shen Gui was the one who nearly burst out laughing.
Call him what?
Old Tie?
If the man had not said that his name was Ci Tie, Shen Gui would have suspected that he was a transmigrator too.
Still, Shen Gui held it in.
He was not some sheep, laughing like an idiot.
Hmph.
Suppressing his amusement, Shen Gui cupped his hands to Ci Tie. "Fellow Daoist Ci Tie, you worry too much. Since Fairy Silver Moon's temperament is simply like this, I will naturally understand."
"That is good, that is good." Ci Tie chuckled foolishly a few times, looking genuinely honest and simple.
But among those who could cultivate to the Daluo realm and become Demon Kings of their own domains, how many could truly be fools?
At the very least, Shen Gui felt