Demon-Suppressing Hall, the night was deep.
The Little Witch lay quietly resting on one side, stealthily opening her eyes to glance at Jiang Liu and Daoji, who sat cross-legged in meditation beside her.
Having been by the sides of these two bald monks for several days, they all seemed to be getting familiar with each other. As a result, the Little Witch could distinctly feel that in recent days, the surveillance from the bald monk had almost completely vanished.
At first, the Little Witch even thought it was a deliberate act on their part, a test to see if she would really attempt to escape, sure that if she did, they would catch her, after all, her father had often said that bald monks were all cunning and deceitful.
Therefore, these past few days the Little Witch had been patiently abiding, exhibiting not a single act of misconduct.
But after observing them closely for a few days, she realized that the monks seemed to have genuinely stopped watching her.
