Wiped clean.
Feng Yichen felt that his love was gone.
Especially when he inadvertently saw the kiss mark on the girl's neck, he felt like he was going to split apart.
The goddess he had been yearning for ended up in someone else's bed.
Who could endure this?
"The Heavenly Dao is unjust!!" Feng Yichen wailed a heart-wrenching cry to the heavens, then turned and sprinted away.
Within the courtyard, the two people were utterly bewildered and confused.
"Does this guy have a screw loose?" Qu Hongling blinked her bright eyes.
Jiang Shouzhong scratched his head and made a wild guess: "No idea, maybe he got into a fight outside and someone knocked his head silly."
...
After a simple breakfast, Jiang Shouzhong and his group headed for the Taoist Ancestor's tomb at Cold Winter Mountain.
