The little dumpling cleaned up the area around the stall, then returned to the Tiangan Courtyard with the little black cat.
As they approached the Tiangan Temple, the little girl saw an old woman leaning on a cane. The old woman was not tall, dressed in black, with a full head of white hair and a mask hanging from her waist.
The mask swayed back and forth around the old woman's waist, and the little dumpling saw the mask's ferocious appearance.
The old woman suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the little dumpling with her cloudy eyes, "Have you seen Him?"
Who is it?
The little dumpling was a bit confused.
The old woman looked at the little black cat next to the little dumpling, and she held up a finger to make a shushing gesture.
A fierce, eerie wind swept through the mountains.
The little black cat bared its fangs.
"Hahaha."
The white-haired old woman turned and left.
When the little dumpling returned to the Heavenly Stems Courtyard, he looked at Qin Luo, who was stargazing in the courtyard, and said, "Boss, boss, when I came back I ran into an old witch. She was wearing an extremely ugly mask around her waist and was acting strangely. She was definitely not a good person."
"mask?"
"Yes, it's an ugly mask."
Qin Luo thought of Jiang Li, who also wore a mask around her waist, a mask that contained powerful energy.
The old woman wearing a mask was very likely from the witchcraft cult. Qin Luo frowned slightly. As the day of the Dao discussion drew closer, more and more forces appeared in the capital.
"Where is Sister Wan'er?"
"She must be busy."
The little dumpling pouted, somewhat unhappy. "She hasn't given me the money she collected for me yet. Oh well, anyway, Princess Sister promised to give me three hundred taels."
"What three hundred taels?"
"Boss, I'm so sleepy."
The little dumpling stretched and yawned as she walked towards her room, rubbing her eyes.
Qin Luo knew what she was up to, but didn't expose her. "Go to bed early and get up early, and remember to study tomorrow morning."
"I know!"
The little dumpling ran back to its room with a big smile.
Dikun Academy.
The old woman walked into the courtyard.
Upon seeing the old woman, Yuan Qi quickly rose to greet her, saying respectfully, "High Priestess!"
Qin Hao then stood up and looked at the old woman, "High Priest, what brings you here?"
The old woman gazed at the imperial star, a sinister smile on her face. "They worship their ancestors, we worship the heavens."
Yuan Qi and Qin Hao were both taken aback.
Who is the sacrifice?
"It's naturally the fake."
Yuan Qi frowned. "If we act now, even if the Emperor of Great Xia turns a blind eye, the Grand Preceptor of Great Xia will not let us off the hook."
The old woman said coldly, "Then let them die!"
Yuan Qi looked in the direction of the Heavenly Stems Academy. "Qin Luo, who lives in the Heavenly Stems Academy, is very powerful. He may be a backup plan left by the Dao Ancestor. He not only gained the recognition of the Academy's Haoran Sword, but also obtained the Heavenly Dao fragments from the Martial Academy's ancestor."
Qin Hao said in a deep voice, "Qin Luo possesses the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, as well as that sword. He is the biggest variable."
The old woman sneered, "From the beginning of change, life goes on and on. Everything is destiny, there are no variables."
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