Inside the Taoist temple.
A cool breeze blew through, causing the willow branches to drift gently.
Three figures were seated around a stone table beneath the tree, whispering to each other.
"You're saying that you were being chased by members of the Demon Sect, and then a fishing hook suddenly appeared and reeled you in?"
The young Taoist looked calmly at the woman before him.
"Yes, if it weren't for the young Taoist master reeling me in, I might have fallen into the hands of those villains," Xia Yunzhao said, cupping her teacup and staring into Jin Xu's eyes, her serene and elegant face showing a hint of fright that had passed.
After a brief exchange, the misunderstanding had already been cleared up.
At the very least, Xia Yunzhao knew that the young Taoist was not being held hostage, and the two Nascent Soul Realm monsters were not bad people.
Just like her, they had all been reeled in by this good-looking young Taoist master.
