The first time someone had pointed a finger at her and called her a witch, Ning Zhaozhao tilted her head and looked at Ning Hongze.

"Witch is an unpleasant term."

Ning Hong explained, "My Acha is neither a demoness nor a witch. She just uses different methods to subdue demons. Who says she can't use food as a method?"

"This is...this is really too bizarre."

“In the past, there was indeed such a method for subduing demons,” the old Taoist priest suddenly said. “However, using this method could easily lead to one becoming possessed by a demon. Young girl, you are too young to use this method again.”

“If you were any useful, my sister wouldn’t need to lift a finger,” Ning Hong scoffed. “My sister doesn’t like eating this kind of stuff.”

"She likes to eat chicken, meat, vegetables, and fruits; none of those taste as good as this stuff."

Ning Hong covered Ning Zhaozhao's mouth before she could speak, and then spoke righteously.

These words made many people on the old Taoist priest's side feel guilty.

“What he said is not wrong. If our magic were more powerful, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.”

"That's right, we really shouldn't blame them for this."

"This young girl is so hardworking; it really makes us ashamed."

Provoked by Ning Zhaozhao's words, the Taoists became even more formidable.

Seeing that she had achieved her goal and successfully removed Acha from the label of "demoness," Ning Hong curled her lips, but Ning Zhaozhao gently tugged at her sleeve twice.

"Brother, actually, it's quite delicious," Ning Zhaozhao said softly.

"What? It tastes terrible? I'm so sorry to have troubled you."

Ning Zhaozhao: "——"