Casually uttering the name of a God can be sensed from afar. Jiaoshu might have remembered this fact, which is why she dared not continue speaking. If it were any other time, it wouldn't matter; the God mentioned might just treat it as background noise, heard but dismissed like a passing breeze. But now, she might be facing the deity directly, and to continue speaking would be tantamount to courting death.
Before I became the Great Impermanence, I also spent a brief period being cautious not to probe into matters related to Ming Zhuo. Now it's my turn to be the object of deep fear; indeed, the wheel of fortune turns.
Dark clouds loomed over Jiaoshu's face as she furiously muttered, "Again the refuge and all my companions have been inexplicably wiped out by the Taoyuan Village Cultivators; again, we've supposedly encountered a God from the opposing camp… Is this what they call misfortune never comes alone? Why is my luck so lousy…"
