There Are Words Before the Buddha

Wang Xian sighed and shook his head. "Who are you? I don't know you..."

He had originally wanted to roar, "Get lost!" But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to curse her. For once, he had managed to maintain his composure before the Buddha.

I really must have run into a ghost today.

In the Imperial City, he had encountered Hua Mantian, who had shared only a passing connection with him yet stubbornly insisted on becoming his junior sister.

He seemed to have no way to deny it, either, because at the final moment, his master Bai Youyue had forgotten about the matter.

After finally slipping out of the Imperial City, he had come to Nanshan Temple, only to run into Long Qingmei, Murong Wan'er's senior sister.

Long Qingmei was startled as well. She immediately flew forward, grabbed Wang Xian, and pulled him up the long stone steps.

As she went, she asked, "Where did you come back from? Have you seen Tang Qingyu? Do you know there's a woman from the East Sea going around bad-mouthing you?"

Wang Xian shook his head. He hadn't expected that shrew, Liu Piaopiao, to have such a poisonous tongue.

Even after coming to the Imperial City of Jinling, she still refused to let him off.

He looked at that face before him—a face that, once seen, no one could ever forget.

He looked at the woman who had clearly already crossed the threshold of Spirit Transformation, yet had been beaten back to her original form on Broken Dragon Mountain. At last, a mischievous smile crept onto Wang Xian's face.

His lips moved slightly, and he uttered a sentence that struck straight at her heart.

"Speaking of which, you're really pitiful. Like a little puppy..."

It was as if a thunderbolt had fallen