"This isn't a place with good Feng Shui, nor where one's descendants will die. You said that just to lure me and Qing'er here."
Xiao Zeyu jumped down from the high ground. His expression was cold as he came before the Daoist priest.
"Speak. Who sent you?"
"This poor priest doesn't know what the emperor said?"
The Daoist priest was still stubborn; even though Xiao Zeyu had exposed him, he pretended to be confused.
Su Qing ordered everyone to retreat a hundred meters away. Then, she carried the Taoist priest to where he had dug the hole and unsealed his acupoints. She ordered coldly,
"You dig."
The Taoist priest's face turned pale. He shook his head and refused.
"I still have to do the ritual. I don't have the strength to dig."
"..."
