"Xie Xie, you're thanking me?"
Jiang Shouzhong's tone was unfriendly as he looked at the old crone.
The old woman smiled and said, "She is waiting for you in the western courtyard's Buddha hall, the very place Mr. Dugu was preaching before."
Jiang Shouzhong was about to turn his head to look when he hesitated and asked, "How many days?"
"Six days and six nights."
The old woman knew what he was asking.
Hiss—
The man inhaled sharply.
No wonder Jiang had such severe pain all over his body; it turned out they had been fighting for so long. Who could withstand that?
Even Mengniang had never been that crazy.
Damn woman, you've gone too far!
Angry, Jiang Shouzhong stormed off toward the Buddha hall.
Upon entering the hall, a dazzling streak of gold caught his eye,
as sunlight filtered through the finely carved lattice, casting a golden glow upon the graceful figure of the woman, outlining a soft yet brilliant golden edge.
