"I was sleeping soundly, and someone forcibly woke me up, how can you blame me?" Wuyue said irritably.

The Taoist nun’s eyes narrowed, "You were hit by the Truth-Spitting Spell?"

"Ha, it’s my own blood, used by this girl to trigger the sorcery." On Wuyue’s face, there was a look of helplessness and anger, "The golden blood talisman is too powerful. I shot myself in the foot, it’ll take at least three days to recover."

Hearing that Wuyue actually knew he was cursed, and seeing his annoyed expression,

I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter. With his solitary and proud nature, who knows how much he’s fussing inside!

The one-eyed Taoist nun, unfamiliar with Wuyue, burst into unrestrained laughter, "Hahaha, this is also a kind of fate. It’s rare for someone to come looking for Madam Zhao after so many years."

"What? Madam Zhao?? The owner of White Lady Mountain is named Madam Zhao?" I re-evaluated the Taoist nun.

The Taoist Temple was quiet, so I subconsciously assumed there was only the Taoist nun.

But when the Taoist nun mentioned Madam Zhao, I realized she might just be a servant.

After all, regardless of her celestial appearance, she was ultimately a deceased person.

Not enough to make someone as crafty and somewhat cultivated as Piao Changji wary.

But...

Who exactly is this Madam Zhao?

Living in this enchanted painting, and yet Piao Changji dares not provoke her.

The one-eyed Taoist nun laughed, "The young lady is joking. In ancient times, when a woman married, she took her husband’s surname. Our madam’s original surname was Yu."

"Which ’Yu’??" I still held onto a glimmer of hope in my heart, maybe it’s a homophone.

Jade? Yu? Yu? Yu??

The Taoist nun said, "The ’Yu’ as in ’riding the wind to travel’."

Me: "..."

It couldn’t be as melodramatic as I imagined.

Yu Longting’s relative, actually the wife of Zhao Sihai??

It couldn’t be that...

Reality is always more melodramatic, maybe even more shocking than I think.

In the end, even my speculation might be shallow compared to the truth.

Then I heard a voice inside the Taoist Temple, neither loud nor soft, "Is there a guest to see me?"

"Almost missed the main event." The one-eyed Taoist nun slapped her forehead, cheerfully inviting Wuyue and me into the temple, "Please, both of you, I’ll take you to see Madam Zhao. She’s now practicing as a layperson."

The Taoist Temple was vast, and the statue of The Three Pure Ones in the main hall was imposing.

The Taoist nun led us as if walking normally for ten minutes before reaching a small courtyard.

In the courtyard, tea was brewing, and a woman with long hair in a gray Taoist robe was holding her chin.

She held a Tao Te Ching in her hand, appearing very absorbed, "Are you two a couple?"

Without even looking at us, she assumed we were a pair.

I couldn’t tell if she was presumptuous or that this woman was deeply insightful, as if she had eyes on the top of her head.

"What makes Madam Zhao say that?? I and the person next to me are just ordinary friends." I bowed respectfully to the woman.

Perhaps due to my particularly polite demeanor, I received initial approval.

The woman stood up, placing the book behind her back, her bright eyes scrutinizing me, "I see you wear a Life Token of a snake. As long as you wish it, the token’s owner lives; wish him dead, and he turns to ashes instantly... Such deep affection, yet he hasn’t caught your attention?"

"Xiao... Xiao Li!!" I was startled to see this woman’s face identical to Xiao Li’s.

This woman’s skin was fair, but her face was wheat-colored.

It was somewhat abrupt and a bit frightening.

Madam Zhao touched her own face and explained, "It’s just a reflection of the heart, whoever you miss in your heart, that’s who you’ll see on my face."

"I see, you gave me a scare." I thought it must be some potent Mysterious Art, no need to make a fuss, raising the finger with the Life Token, "Madam Zhao, you’ve misunderstood. This Life Token belongs to my husband, not to this Human Snake."