Xie Qiao was stunned by the steward's words. She said helplessly, "You mean... your master didn't ask me to come?"
"Master doesn't care about these things. It's all done by our subordinates," the steward smiled embarrassedly, "But I believe in you, Master! I've bought the talismans from your shop. I had the luck in fortune because of that!"
Xie Qiao chuckled dryly.
At that moment, the Taoist master next to her glanced at her.
That glance was lofty and arrogant, as if Xie Qiao was a swindler who came to scam.
It was true that one must judge a Taoist master by her appearance and age. She had disguised into Mo Chusheng, who was forty years old, but she only painted her face and hands. Her hair was jet-black, which made her look young.
