Really, like a heart shrouded in lard, even water is blocked.
"I..."
Bai Yuncheng stuttered, still wanting to say something, but ultimately held back and left the shop dejectedly.
Two months ago, he had descended from the mountain and encountered a wandering Taoist who asserted that within three months, a great disaster would befall him.
At that time, he scoffed at the prophecy, and even beat the wandering Taoist to death, throwing the body into the river to feed the turtles.
Now it seems that the Taoist's words were no falsehood; indeed, a great disaster had arrived, and it was entirely self-inflicted.
Bai Nanyin watched Bai Yuncheng's retreating figure, a trace of chill flashing in her frosty beautiful eyes.
"Everyone says the Primordial King is difficult to deal with; now that I've seen it myself, it truly isn't undeceived," Bai Nanyin said, her brows slightly furrowed.
