Suffered a curse?
Though the benefits of worshipping me were admittedly nothing special, leaving such a blatant bad review—weren't they afraid of inviting retaliation?
The tyrant greeted you and you said it wasn't good. He didn't ask why it wasn't good, yet you immediately said you'd been cursed?
Had Brother Jiang En caught Taylor's infection? Had he forgotten the essential principle of mutual flattery while roaming the Jianghu?
"Really? I'm here too. How come I haven't felt any curse at all?"
Clicking his tongue in wonder, Fu Qian went along with it and bluntly refuted the other man's nonsense.
"It really is a curse! Wounds appear on my body for no reason, and I keep growing weak without any pattern..."
Sure enough, Brother Jiang En was remarkably unsteady today. The moment Fu Qian finished speaking, he shouted impatiently.
That was more like it. Where would he get the nerve to openly mock my garden otherwise?
Faced with his reaction, Fu Qian merely nodded slightly, confirming his suspicion.
What else could it be?
Brother Jiang En might have been riding high lately, but just as he did not know how that favorable wind had reached him, he naturally did not know about the hidden danger beneath it—the Greedy Worms shared their injuries.
Sometimes, it wasn't enough just because you wanted to sever your ties.
After the previous Promotion Ritual fed back into the team and let Laurie and the others feast, the Greedy Worms had caused no small amount of trouble lately. It was hardly strange for some of that damage to be reflected onto this worm's tail.
From Jiang En's perspective, calling it a curse was quite fitting.
It was invisible and traceless, came and went without warning, and there was no way to avoid it.
It was like not