"Neither one is better than the other! If not for this, we wouldn't have spent generations chasing after them!" He blurted out.
I suddenly came to a realization and exclaimed, "So you're from the same school of voodoo as Ma Ji."
He knew that he had misspoken and shut his mouth.
"I get it now. That's why you're able to cure her poison. I thought you two were enemies, but it turns out you two are from the same sect."
"What do you mean by that? I am not associated with that bitch. Her family was expelled from the sect three generations ago!" Mr. Li's expression was resentful and full of disdain.
"Oh?" I was confused. Banxia said that Ma Ji came from a tropical jungle tribe. I guessed that she had been with my uncle for a long time already. Otherwise, how could her Chinese be so fluent? "So, she's Chinese?" I probed.
Mr. Li said unhappily, "Of course she is. As long as she is not part of our tribe, she can be whoever she wants to be!"
