At that time, Liuming had a vague feeling that the gift his master had asked him to give him was not anything good, so he was quite nervous and afraid.
He also knew that his master seemed to hate the owner of the Fortune Pavilion. He wanted to contribute and ask his master to teach him more, so he had dressed himself up carefully, changed into a gray robe, and even made a fake eye, sticking it on his eyelids…
He just thought that the owner of the Fortune Pavilion was a woman, and he was so scary, so the other party would definitely feel uneasy. In that case, he could complete the task his master had given him better.
"H-How did you know... it was me…?" Taoist Master Liuming could not help but ask.
"I guessed." Xie Qiao gave him a disdainful look. "What does your master usually do at home?"
"No, I don't know..."
"Then where would he go if he went out?" Xie Qiao asked again.
