Even though Lin Qingchen remained silent, Tang Chuxia still understood everything. The game had been set in motion from the moment Madam Tang gave birth.
But everyone was struggling against it, and the real mastermind wasn't Lin Qingchen.
Lin Qingchen was merely one of the pieces.
As Tang Chuxia thought this, sure enough, the old Daoist appeared with Father Tang and Madam Tang.
"Tang Chuxia, now that you know everything, you should realize that it's time for you to come with me!"
The old Daoist's hand, which always held a nearly bald whisk, finally had a new one.
Yet, he lacked the previous aura of an immortal filled with Daoist charm and virtue.
The old monk and Third Grandpa wore faces of caution, on guard as they faced off. Everyone's eyes were on Tang Chuxia.
Tang Chuxia looked around and finally her gaze landed on Gu Beihuai, who had hurried over.
She saw the people following behind Gu Beihuai and didn't need to guess to know they were from Tianji.
