"What curse? What hex?"
The Daoist's expression did not seem feigned. His lightly spoken question struck Dharma King Xuanyuan like a thunderbolt.
"It wasn't you?!"
Dharma King Xuanyuan's anger froze in an instant.
"If it wasn't you, who was it? Who else has such abilities?"
The demon muttered to himself.
"No! It must have been you!"
The demon fiend's thoughts raced through a hundred twists and turns in an instant, his face full of disbelief. But when he saw the green wind streaming endlessly from behind the Daoist, understanding suddenly dawned. His expression changed again, and anger returned to his face. Pointing accusingly at the Daoist, the demon snarled,
"You still want to deceive me, even now! The art you're using clearly shares the same root and source as the curse intent that's hounded me for over half a year, yet you claim you didn't curse me! And if it wasn't a curse, what other means could strike someone from a thousand miles away, leaving them no defense and no escape?! Some Daoist True Lord you are-daring to do it but not admit it! Do you think such low-down methods are disgraceful too?!"
Listening to the demon's wild shouting, the Daoist frowned more and more deeply, not knowing what madness had seized him. By the end, though, he understood somewhat and could not help breaking into an involuntary laugh.
So that was it. I was wondering why the demon refused to leave even after Mount Wudu had become like this. He thought he'd been cursed. Then Heaven itself means to destroy him.
"What are you laughing at!"
The demon cursed.
"Haven't you heard of geomancy and using feng shui to counter baleful influences?"
The Daoist shook his head and spoke mildly.
Although he had laid down the Azure Dragon Altar