After being retorted by the old Taoist, Yu Ruohuan's face turned slightly grim.
The old Taoist's piercing gaze fell upon Yu Ruohuan's face, inexplicably making her scalp tingle, as if all her thoughts had been laid bare to him.
Such uncontrollable situations and people left her feeling deeply displeased.
The old Taoist flicked his horsetail whisk, circled around Yu Ruohuan, and shook his head while muttering, "Karma clings ever tightly. If one does not hasten to perform acts of kindness and accumulate virtue, thereby securing blessings for future generations, then great calamity will be inevitable, and spilled water cannot be reclaimed."
Yu Ruohuan's expression darkened, and she snapped sharply, "Foul Taoist! What nonsense are you spouting? Do you believe I won't shred your mouth apart?"
