Xiao Han was stunned for a moment. The moment the other party lightly patted the center of his forehead, he had already felt a trace of discomfort, as if something had burrowed into his body from his eyes.
"What did you just do?" Xiao Han asked in a stern voice.
"I have already cast a curse upon you," the old Daoist laughed heartily and said, "No one but me can lift this curse."
"What do you mean?" Xiao Han was not familiar with Maoshan Taoism.
"You will soon find out," the old Daoist chuckled and turned to leave.
Seeing that the other party was going to leave, Xiao Han immediately stepped forward to stop him.
However, just as he rushed forward, the old Daoist silently recited an incantation. Xiao Han suddenly felt an excruciating headache. He bellowed, "Old madman, stop right there!"
Powered by a great telekinetic strength, Xiao Han forced himself forward, raised his fist single-handedly, and smashed it fiercely into the old Daoist's back.
