She doesn't have time to deal with them now, but she'll get her revenge someday!

"You stay here and I'll go check on the neighbors."

"Hmm~"

Zhao Xi wanted to go to the corridor.

The cultivators who had been watching outside had already dispersed; no one wanted to witness the spectacle of a True Immortal.

The door was tightly closed.

She knocked on the door.

An angry voice came from inside the door: "Don't come in!"

Zhao Xi narrowed her eyes and kicked out.

The door opened with a clang.

She barged in.

This teahouse is open for business, and the wooden doors to the private rooms cannot be locked from the inside. The decor is also very similar.

The man was wearing a veiled hat and had his face covered by a dark blue veil. He sat cross-legged on the futon, his posture exceptionally upright.

But because Zhao Xi wanted to suddenly break down the door, he was startled and moved back a foot, his whole body exuding vigilance.

The tall, imposing man looked like a young bride who had been abducted.

What caused the celestial lord, whose figure was so otherworldly, to tremble?

Zhao Xi had just been worried that it was a demon in disguise, but now she was certain of her guess.

She closed the door to the private room and bowed respectfully: "Lord Water God!"

The man steadied himself and sat upright on the prayer mat. A questioning voice came from behind the veil: "I never told you, how did you know?"

"The immortals want to use Hoshino's dragon scales, the demons want to suck his blood, his people have all been slaughtered, and the only one in the world who will care about him is probably his father god."

Zhao Xi, having reached this point, smiled brightly and, mimicking the teahouse owner's gesture, gave him a deep, respectful bow.