The Daoist Master's Abilities Were Beyond Measure

Once the alien demonic aura had been purged, Silver Child slowly woke up as well. The moment she opened her eyes and saw Niu Youdao, she casually tugged at his sleeve and called softly, "Dao Dao..." As though suddenly remembering something, she abruptly sat up and cried in a clear voice, "Who hit me?"

Niu Youdao yanked her to her feet. "I did."

Silver Child's eyes widened. "Why?"

Niu Youdao said, "You wouldn't behave when I wasn't around!"

Silver Child pursed her lips, deeply dissatisfied. "It wasn't tasty."

"Make do for now. We'll talk when we get back to the estate." With one sentence, Niu Youdao dismissed her. He could not be bothered to waste words on her, merely gesturing for Wu Lao'er to find something for the demon king to eat—anything to stop her mouth.

"You were using your words to probe that red-faced Monkey." After following Niu Youdao aside, Guan Fangyi suddenly said this.

Niu Youdao replied blandly, "Was I?"

"You were! Definitely." Guan Fangyi asked curiously, "I remember you once drew a portrait of Su Zhao, the proprietress of Clouds Between White Peaks. Does she have some connection to Monkey?"

Niu Youdao fell silent for a moment before saying, "Su Zhao was Monkey's woman."

"What?" Guan Fangyi was astonished. That smooth, worldly brothel proprietress from the Qi Capital had actually been the woman of a blockhead like Monkey? It was hard to believe. "How is that possible? Wasn't Su Zhao one of Dawn Moon Pavilion's people?"

"Precisely because she was from Dawn Moon Pavilion, she drew Dawn Moon Pavilion's pursuit. While the two were eloping, Su Zhao died at the hands of Dawn Moon Pavilion. Monkey buried her with his own hands." Niu Youdao gave only a terse account.

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