I laughed helplessly and said, "Thank you for your flattery, I’m unworthy of it."

It seems like it’s Yu Longting’s psychological influence, leaving aftereffects on Wuyue, that’s why there’s still feelings towards me.

After all, although Yu Longting’s Primordial Spirit has left, Wuyue hasn’t forgotten any of those Mysterious Gate Taoist Methods he knew??

Oh heavens!

The karma Yu Longting created himself, can he deal with it himself??

"I am a king, of course my love for you is a high honor. It’s normal for you to feel pressured, wouldn’t it be a shame for someone like me, so charming and regal, to see you follow that incapable Snake Lord, adhering to traditional virtues~" Wuyue, still under the influence of the Truth-Spitting Spell, spoke openly with no filter.

In the past, he could hide such words in his belly and maintain some decorum.

Now it’s as if he’s spilling beans, revealing everything all at once.

When he comes to his senses, who knows how much regret he’ll feel in his intestines.

I pretended that Wuyue never said those revealing words and with a black line on my face, I stepped forward.

Knocking on the copper ring on the Taoist Temple door, "Hello, is anyone there? I’d like to meet the master of White Lady Mountain."

After waiting for a long time, no one came to open the door.

Perhaps the Taoist Temple is too large, and people inside didn’t hear.

So, I knocked several more times, each time politely announcing myself.

But besides the calls of lonely birds flying past, the silence was suffocating.

Could it be that the people inside went out, or are they deliberately not opening the door?

I thought about searching deeper into the mountain, but ultimately decided to wait in place.

"Su Wan, we should be dead already." Wuyue lay on the ground bored, looking at the stars with none of a king’s dignity.

I found his words resonating deeply with me and blurted out, "Why do you suddenly express such a sentiment??"

Could it be that deep inside, Wuyue and I are thinking about the same thing??

"Piao Changji knows we’re in the painting, he should have gone out and torn the painting." Wuyue leaned against the red wall overgrown with weeds, a cold and charming smile formed at the corner of his mouth, and his long snake tail coiled around my waist.

My fingers were about to break before I could pry off his tail, "But we’re still alive, and he used such clumsy methods to harm me, there’s only one possibility."

"The old turtle isn’t coming out." Wuyue’s tail coiled around my waist again. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Shaking my sore arms, I really wanted to take a knife.

Chop off a section of his tail to see if he would still be bored and constantly come to pester me, "It also means his avatars are probably all dead, or else he would have sent one out to tear the painting long ago."

"Interesting." Wuyue uttered his signature catchphrase.

Night amounted to just an hour, including the previous delay at the farmer’s house, Wuyue and I waited in front of the Taoist Temple for more than half an hour.

Dawn broke, and crisp bird calls emanated from the mist-covered mountain.

The clear sound of a bell ringing in the Taoist Temple reached my ears, filling me with excitement.

Hurriedly, I scrambled from the ground and went over to knock on the door repeatedly, "Hello, is anyone there? I am here to see the master of White Lady Mountain."

After waiting a moment, a One-eyed Taoist Nun opened the door.

She was particularly lean, holding a whisk.

Yet she had an aura of Corpse Qi and dust, but it didn’t make her appear sinister; instead, she exuded a sense of righteousness.

This is a dead person, but seemingly is from the Orthodox Sect.

"Are you someone from outside?" The One-eyed Taoist Nun looked me up and down, making a judgment.

I nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes."

The Taoist Nun looked at Wuyue again, "People from underground outside? Your kind should have been extinct thousands of years ago, how is there still vitality? Not scientific."