Inside the bamboo hut.
The atmosphere had gone stiff and silent.
Quanzhen Daoist's face was ashen, flames blazing in his eyes. But the next moment, he let out a long sigh, and all the spirit seemed to drain from him.
"I truly am a eunuch..."
After speaking, Quanzhen Daoist slumped into a chair nearby.
Now that he had revealed the secret, the weight in his heart seemed to lift.
"What?"
"No wonder you kept me confined in this back garden. You were incapable of Dual Cultivation with me! But your hands still work—couldn't you at least have slept with me without doing that?"
The Queen cried out in a hoarse voice.
She no longer cared that the Quanzhen Daoist before her had impersonated the King of Wuji. All she wanted was a respectable excuse to find someone who could sate the desire in her heart.
Nearly forty years old, she had endured three years of living as a widow. Few could understand her torment.
Through the long, endless nights, the Queen could not sleep.
And yet she could not quench the fire inside her, not even with both hands!
"Quanzhen Daoist, don't blame my senior brother. He didn't know you'd lost your manhood. Now it makes sense why you've avoided women for the past three years."
"But you still haven't told us who you really are."
Zhu Bajie looked at Quanzhen Daoist with sympathy.
Even for a cultivator who abstained from women, losing such an important part of his body was hard to accept.
Even Zhu Bajie couldn't help shuddering.
At this, Quanzhen Daoist pushed the Queen away as she pressed close to him again, then began to explain in an unhurried manner. "I cultivate Daoist magic, but in truth, I belong to the Western Teachings. I was originally Green