"This woman has a strange face."
The Taoist priest muttered to himself. He did not reveal Su Qing's true identity. Instead, he looked at her carefully as if he could not see her clearly through a layer of fog.
"What kind of technique?"
Xiao Zeyu glanced at Su Qing, who was in disguise. Qing'er wanted to test the Taoist priest's abilities, so she had to cooperate.
"This woman has killed too many people. She has been killing people in her previous life and this life, but she has saved many people. She has also done many things to accumulate blessings and virtues. She has the fate of the Emperor. The purple light on her head is dazzling. It can be said that as long as she wants it, the Emperor's throne is hers."
If the narrow-minded Emperor heard the Daoist priest's words, he would feel ill at ease. To protect the throne, he might even kill Su Qing. His words could be equivalent to digging a massive pit for Su Qing that would never recover.
