A disheveled old Taoist in tattered robes approached slowly.
"Where did this stinking old Taoist come from? Shut your mouth at once!" a warrior from the Northern King's Hall said, his face full of anger.
"Eh, the Ghostly Healer! What a surprise," Wu Qingcheng said, eyes wide with astonishment.
The Ghostly Healer turned his head, his gaze filled with surprise; "Oh my, isn't it the famous little witch of the Martial Alliance? What a coincidence you're here too!"
As he spoke, the Ghostly Healer scrutinized Wu Qingcheng's curvaceous devilish figure with a sleazy expression; "Hehe, the little witch's figure is getting better and better!"
"Dirty old Taoist, if you dare to crack another joke with me, believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyeballs and kick them around like balls?" Wu Qingcheng's pretty face turned icy in an instant.
