"That really is a pretty strange dream you had..."
Chen Mo forced a smile, his eyes wandering slightly.
Recalling the events of last night, he still felt a sense of unreality.
The situation was urgent then, needing to help the Daoist Venerable suppress the cost and avoid being discovered by Ling Ningzhi. Thus, he straightforwardly wielded his skill as a master of fried rice, juggling both sides fiercely...
Fortunately, Ling Ningzhi's consciousness was hazy at the time, and she did not notice anything unusual.
Until the early dawn, when the Karmic Fire burning in Ji Hongxiu's Spirit Platform temporarily subsided.
Upon awakening, she found herself lying atop her disciple, feeling a deep desire to die at that moment.
However, this matter could not be blamed on Chen Mo. It could only be said that everything was preordained by fate, and she could only grit her teeth and swallow the bitter fruit, staggering to her feet and leading her already unconscious disciple out of the room.
