Zheng Dafeng took a glance at the sea of clouds above Old Dragon City, then suddenly complained, "Why isn't she wearing a dress?"2

The Yin god slowly appeared in the courtyard, and it had no idea how to respond to this.0

Zheng Dafeng turned to the Yin god with a smile as he asked, "You're not going to say anything no matter what I ask, right, Old Man Zhao?"3

The Yin god shook its head in response. "To be honest, I don't know any more about Fan Junmao than you do. However, back when I was in the temple, I heard a rumor that may or may not be true from a deceased foreign sword immortal."0

Zheng Dafeng was very intrigued to hear this. "Well, pray tell then. It's not like either of us have anything better to do anyway."0

A cold sneer appeared on the Yin god's face as it scoffed, "You may be wasting your life away, but I'm really busy. Playing my role is no less difficult than fighting on a battlefield. Actually, that's not entirely fair, you're really busy every day as well, busy flirting with a bunch of women, that is! Given how good you are with your words, you should really go and take up a teaching position at Lake View Academy."0

"Don't say such hurtful things, Old Man Zhao. The fact that we're together now clearly indicates that we're bound to each other by fate," Zheng Dafeng said with a smile.0

"And what an ill fortune that is," the Yin god retorted.1

Zheng Dafeng shook his head as he pointed up at the sea of clouds and corrected, "You and I are connected thanks to a stroke of good fortune, the ill-fated encounter is between me and her."0

When Fan Junmao had entered the Dust Medicinal Shop, the Yin god had immediately disappeared on its own, both to conform to the rules and as a gesture of etiquette and respect. Hence, he didn't hear the conversation between the two, but it was clear that it had not ended on a positive note. 0

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