"Taoist Master, is your sect the Refinement Sect that specializes in crafting Karmic Law Weapons?"
Zhou Li stood still, let out a long sigh, and said helplessly, "Your third uncle has a world-class bout of hemorrhoids. Whatever you say comes true. It turns out that this junior brother of yours is bound to encounter a damaged carriage to fix. Isn't this just too accurate?"
Zhuge Qing, standing to the side, had already covered her face, her expression one of indescribable frustration that was hard for anyone to suppress.
Indeed, the person appearing in this awkward scene, still maintaining an enthusiastic spirit for repairing vehicles, was Zhuge Qing's junior brother—the same warm-hearted man who had just parted ways.
Liu Haizhu.
