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"Go ahead, the only thing good about this old woman is, she still has a decent temper," Granny Yangjin said blandly.
Wang Dadong's face twitched, her temper was anything but decent; she had greeted him with a clump of silver needles. If it were anyone else, they would have been turned into a porcupine by now.
Suddenly, Wang Dadong's face became extremely gloomy as he spoke in a low voice, "Granny Yangjin, the Witch God whom you worship might not be the original Witch God anymore."
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you blaspheme the Witch God again, I will fight you to the death even if it costs me my old life!" Indeed, Granny Yangjin showed signs of turning hostile the moment she heard Wang Dadong question the Witch God.
"Let's not talk about that, Granny Yangjin. Let's just go into the Witch God Tower and see what has happened inside," Wang Dadong suggested.
