Pei Mianman’s expression grew frosty. “I’ll bite my own tongue and end my life if you dare cut up my face! Let’s see what you’ll use to get the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra out of Zu An then.”

She could guess what Mosquito Daoist was thinking, and purposely said this to remind Zu An as well.

Mosquito Daoist froze. “Oh? Girl, you look pretty delicate and fragile, but you have a pretty stiff backbone. It seems like you care a little bit about this face of yours. In that case, you’d better cooperate obediently!”

“Enough, enough.” Zu An was worried that she might actually hurt Pei Mianman. “Let’s just go over there. Let her go first.”

“You first.” Mosquito Daoist wanted to be careful. She didn’t want to see anything else happen.

Zu An shrugged his shoulders and walked straight towards that stele without any further argument. Mosquito Daoist was quite surprised at how agreeable he was being.

He reached the stele and examined it carefully. It was entirely...