When Bai Lingmiao heard Li Huowang's question, her expression froze slightly. "Senior Brother Li, why would I lie to you? We've come all this way through so much hardship together. After how I've treated you, should you still doubt me?"
"I know, of course I know. But even without malice, even for a good reason, sometimes your own people will deceive you. Once you've been deceived, it's hard not to overreact."
At this, Bai Lingmiao sighed softly. "Senior Brother Li, if there's anything you want to know, just ask and I'll tell you. But can you please not suspect me? It really hurts."
Hearing this, Li Huowang reached out and gently grasped her hand, pulling it toward him. "Are there any hidden dangers to being the White Lotus Saintess?"
"No," Bai Lingmiao answered softly.
"Is that so? Then how did you, of all people, get chosen to be the Saintess? Is that so-called Wu Sheng Old Mother using you as a Heart Pan?"
