Yu Ziqing was in a pretty good mood today. The headache that had made his whole skull throb had turned into a migraine.
He had merely been unable to bring himself to use the lives of millions—or even tens of millions—to deal White Sun Holy Mother a vicious blow. So he had gritted his teeth and blocked off the road before they could begin.
He never expected White Sun Holy Mother to be so cautious. She had known to use a small number of Hungry Ghosts for a patch test first, only to discover that she was severely allergic to the incense offerings made to Hungry Ghosts.
What surprised Yu Ziqing even more was that White Sun Holy Mother had actually suffered backlash twice in an extremely short span of time.
Yu Ziqing was completely dumbfounded.
He had laughed until his jaw nearly dislocated.
There really were people who stepped in dog shit and then hurriedly tasted it, just in case it was chocolate sauce.
What was going on with that White Sun Holy Mother?
Yu Ziqing's curiosity was destined to go unsatisfied. He could only tell Cècè about it as a joke, then bring it up for a laugh whenever he felt like it. Maybe it would even help ease his migraine.
He was recuperating here now. Aside from his daily routine of cultivation, all he did was eat, eat, and eat.
The great administrator Cècè had strictly forbidden him from running around again. He had taken Spirit-Confusing Medicine twice in such a short period, and he absolutely could not take any more for the time being. If he did, he might truly never recover.
The migraine, misjudging the distance of objects with both eyes, a disordered sense of smell, tasting bitterness even in sweets, and frequent ringing in