Daoist Changmin was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, let alone defend himself.
Jiangli let out a light laugh, "Oh, so that's how it is..."
Hearing her elongated tone, several people's hearts tightened along with it.
Glancing at their suddenly changed expressions, Jiangli felt utterly bored, "Scram. I don't want to make things difficult for you, but you'd better not show up in front of me again, or I can't guarantee what I might do."
Upon hearing this, the young man didn't even think before diving into the crowd and stumbling away hurriedly.
A few shady figures in the crowd also slipped away.
Only then did everyone understand that this had been a play staged by Daoist Changmin, who hired others to perform.
What a grand performance!
They had almost believed it.
If it weren't for Jiangli's own prowess, they really would have thought Jiaoyang Temple was a fraud.
"Ancestor, the car is here!" Xia Xin ran back at this moment.
