The Taoist woman thought that after she spoke her piece, the young girl should be frightened and apologetic, expressing her gratitude.
Who would have expected that Mingshu merely lazily lifted her eyes to glance at her and let out a soft chuckle.
It wasn't loud, but it was certainly enough for everyone to hear clearly.
The Taoist woman's face shifted colors as she regarded Mingshu as if she were looking at a rotten piece of wood.
"Young Lady, why do you laugh?"
"Nothing," Mingshu straightened her posture, leaning slightly forward with a playful look in her eyes, "I just have a question I would like to ask the priestess."
Perhaps because she had lowered her own status by using the term "ask for instruction," the Taoist woman's expression softened a bit, and she said with a stiff tone, holding back her frown, "Please, speak."
Bai Shuixin's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, a bad premonition rising in her heart, which was confirmed by the sight of Mingshu's half-smiling gaze.
