When he came out of the room, Wang Lu felt that his head had begun to hurt.
If he knew that things would develop to this point, he would just sit still and brace for the speedy gossip propagation. Let alone a gossip was just that, a gossip—anyone who could use their head should know that it was just a misunderstanding—how could a grand Daoist Master of Non-Phase who was known to have thick skin be that sensitive! Wang Lu had no need to pay attention to those who could not use their head.
