Human minds are easily deceived, seeing illusions or perhaps something else entirely.
Cameras, however, are lifeless and immune to deception; therefore, everything they record should be genuine.
Shui Miao boldly speculated that there must be one or several powerful individuals secretly following him, manipulating not only him but everyone around him. Even those so-called romantic encounters were likely part of a calculated scheme.
Yet this was hard to explain—after all, who would be willing to expend so much effort and energy to do something like this?
Shui Miao couldn’t figure it out. What value could he possibly have in the eyes of such a powerful figure?
“Come out! Show yourself!”
“What exactly do you want from me? Why are you hiding like cowards? Are you afraid of being seen?”
The human mind is easily deceived, prone to seeing illusions or perhaps something else.
A camera, being lifeless, is never deceived, so everything it records should be real.
Shui Miao boldly speculated that there must be one or several powerful individuals secretly following him, not only deceiving him but also everyone around him—including all those so-called “peach blossom luck” incidents, which were likely part of a calculated scheme.
Yet, this was hard to explain. Who would be willing to invest so much effort and energy into such a plan?
Shui Miao couldn’t figure it out. What value did he hold in the eyes of these powerful beings?
“Come out! Show yourself!”
“What do you want from me? Skulking in the shadows—are you too ashamed to show yourselves?”
“You won’t come out? Fine! I won’t play along with your plans. From now on, I won’t cultivate anymore, and I won’t use any immortal power. Let’s see what you can do to me!”
Shui Miao screamed hysterically in the square, acting like a madman.
Liu Kaihui was utterly bewildered. Seeing Shui Miao lose his mind, he wanted to leave but didn’t dare, feeling trapped and frustrated. In the end, he had no choice but to call the police station for help again.
After shouting for a while, Shui Miao suddenly thought: Why not use the threat of death to force them to reveal themselves?
So, he turned and rushed toward the wide moat, plunging straight to the bottom.
Holding his breath, Shui Miao intended to suffocate himself.
After all, he still had his soul—there was nothing to fear.
But once underwater, he found that he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all even without breathing. It was as if his body had merged completely with the water, allowing him to survive without needing to gasp for air.
“I see—it’s that green energy from the Natural Dao stele. It dissolved my physical body and merged it with nature, so now I’m no longer an ordinary person. I can’t die!?” Just as this thought crossed his mind, Shui Miao was about to resurface when another idea struck him. “Wait… if the hurricane was an illusion, then perhaps my entry into the Yijing Stele was also an illusion? In other words, it’s highly likely that my body is still the same as before, and it’s just the illusion making me feel merged with the Natural Dao?”
His mind racing, Shui Miao began contemplating his next move.
“The mastermind behind this is profound and unpredictable. Forcing him out won’t be easy.”
“Rather than trying to force him out, why not go with the flow for now, observe carefully, and change my behavior at different times to keep him guessing? Then, I’ll do the opposite of what he expects—drain the foundational energy of Feng Shui within me and use up all my immortal power. Let’s see how he reacts.”
Soon, Shui Miao settled on a plan and emerged from the water once more.
However, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, it seemed as though Shui Miao had only just jumped into the water and resurfaced almost immediately.
After getting ashore, Shui Miao used his immortal power to dry his clothes.
Then, he aimed the camera at himself only to find that his clothes were still wet! This shocked him—was even his immortal power an illusion?
Yet, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, Shui Miao’s clothes were completely dry.
Carrying the camera, Shui Miao headed back, with Liu Kaihui following closely behind, too confused to even utter a word.
“You can go back now. There’s no need to follow me anymore.”
Without even glancing at Liu Kaihui, Shui Miao dismissed him directly.
Relieved, Liu Kaihui scurried away without looking back.
In front of the shop, Lin Xue and Chu Miaoyi had just received a call from the station informing them that Liu Kaihui was calling for help at the riverside square. The two took a shortcut to get there but missed Shui Miao, who had returned via the main road.
Just as Shui Miao reached the corner of the street, a red car pulled over.
“Master, master, get in the car quickly! I need your help!”
The person calling out was none other than Chu Qiaoling, the saleswoman who had previously asked Shui Miao to read her fortune.
Shui Miao turned and looked at Chu Qiaoling, having almost forgotten about the matter entirely.
But realizing he could use this opportunity to test his skills and compare what the camera captured versus what he saw in reality, Shui Miao got into Chu Qiaoling’s car. Once inside, she immediately said, “Master, it’s time to see what you’re really made of. That pervert doesn’t like women—he likes men.” Relying on Shui Miao’s earlier boast, Chu Qiaoling spoke bluntly and directly.
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, his mind going blank.
“What’s wrong, Master? Having second thoughts?” Chu Qiaoling secretly chuckled to herself. “Of course, if you can’t handle it, we can just pretend you never made that promise. Hehe, young people tend to brag and talk big—it’s pretty normal.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shui Miao snapped back to reality, not about to let Chu Qiaoling look down on him. He smirked coldly, hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, and started recording as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter if he likes men. Even if he likes gorillas or hippos, I can make him submit.”
“Oh, you really have such skills!?”
Chu Qiaoling didn’t believe him—she thought he was just spouting nonsense.
“You’ll see when the time comes.”
Shui Miao didn’t want to say more, focusing entirely on the camera.
Chu Qiaoling glanced at Shui Miao in the passenger seat and suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re really something. Who records with both eyes open? You must’ve just bought this camera, right?”
“You don’t understand. This is called ‘one eye, one world; one eye, one universe.’ It’s quite fun.”
Shui Miao even turned the camera to film Chu Qiaoling.
Chu Qiaoling quickly composed herself. “Master, you can’t bring the camera when we meet the client later. If he sees you like this, he’ll think you’re a journalist and run away scared.”
Upon hearing this, Shui Miao swiftly willed the camera into the Sheng Yuan Ring. “Camera? What camera? I don’t have one,” she replied with an innocent expression.
“Uh…”
Chu Qiaoling was astonished to see the camera vanish from Shui Miao’s hands. “Master, you’re amazing! I had no idea you were also a master magician!”
“Ha! Actually, I’m a deity descended to earth. I’m pretty incredible.”
Shui Miao decided to play along and joke freely.
If a person acts entirely on whim, not even knowing what they’ll say or do next, then others certainly won’t be able to predict them either.
“You’re hilarious. If you’re a deity, then so am I, hehe…”
Chu Qiaoling found talking to Shui Miao delightful—there was no need to overthink things. Just going with the flow and enjoying the moment was enough.
When they arrived at the hotel, Chu Qiaoling led Shui Miao to a room door. After she knocked and the door opened, Shui Miao saw a smiling, bald-headed man… of average height, chubby, with eyes that narrowed into slits when he smiled, giving off a lecherous vibe. His eyes roamed over Shui Miao’s body, exuding the air of a creepy uncle.
“Damn pervert! Keep looking and I’ll beat you to death!”
Uncomfortable under the gaze, Shui Miao couldn’t help but point at the bald man’s nose and curse.
Shui Miao screamed wildly in the square, acting like a madman.
Liu Kai, completely confused by the chaos, wanted to leave as Shui Miao raged, yet he dared not. Torn and frustrated, he could only call the police station for help again.
After shouting for a while, Shui Miao suddenly thought—why not threaten suicide to force them to reveal themselves?
So he turned and sprinted toward the wide moat surrounding the city, plunging straight into the water and sinking to the bottom.
Holding his breath, Shui Miao attempted to suffocate himself.
After all, he still had his soul—there was nothing to fear.
But once submerged, he felt no discomfort at all despite not breathing. He discovered his body had completely merged with the water, able to survive without needing air.
The human mind is easily deceived, prone to seeing illusions or perhaps something else.
A camera, being lifeless, is never deceived, so everything it records should be real.
Shui Miao boldly speculated that there must be one or several powerful individuals secretly following him. Not only had they deceived him, but they had also deceived everyone around him—including all those so-called “peach blossom luck” encounters, which were likely part of a calculated scheme.
Yet, this was hard to explain. Who would be willing to expend so much effort and energy to do such a thing?
Shui Miao couldn’t understand—what value did he hold in the eyes of these powerful beings?
“Come out! Show yourself!”
“What exactly do you want from me? Skulking in the shadows—are you too ashamed to show yourselves?”
“You won’t come out, huh? Fine! I won’t play along with your plans. From now on, I won’t cultivate anymore, and I won’t use any immortal power. Let’s see what you can do to me!”
Shui Miao screamed hysterically in the square, acting like a complete madman.
Liu Kaihui was utterly bewildered. Seeing Shui Miao lose his mind, he wanted to leave but didn’t dare. Torn between staying and going, frustrated, he had no choice but to call the police station for help again.
After shouting for a while, Shui Miao suddenly thought: Why not use the threat of death to force them to reveal themselves?
So, Shui Miao turned and rushed toward the wide moat, plunging straight to the bottom.
Holding his breath, he intended to suffocate himself.
After all, he still had his soul—there was nothing to fear.
But once underwater, Shui Miao found that he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all even without breathing. It was as if his body had merged completely with the water, allowing him to survive without needing to gasp for air.
“I see—it’s that green energy from the Natural Dao stele. It dissolved my physical body and merged it with nature, so now I’m no longer an ordinary person. I can’t die!?” Just as this thought crossed his mind and he was about to emerge from the water, another idea struck him: “Wait… if the hurricane was an illusion, then maybe my entry into the意境 stele was also an illusion? In other words, it’s highly likely that my body is still the same as before, and it’s just the illusion making me feel merged with the Natural Dao?”
His mind racing, Shui Miao began contemplating his next move.
“The mastermind behind this is unfathomable. Forcing him out won’t be easy.”
“Rather than trying to force him out, why not go with the flow for now, observe carefully, and change my behavior at different times to keep him guessing? Then, I’ll do the opposite of what he expects—drain the foundational energy of Feng Shui within me, use up all the immortal power, and oppose him directly. Let’s see how he reacts.”
Soon, Shui Miao settled on a strategy and emerged from the water again.
But from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, it seemed as though Shui Miao had only just jumped into the water and resurfaced almost immediately.
After getting ashore, Shui Miao channeled immortal power to dry his clothes.
Then, he used the camera to film himself, only to discover that his clothes were still wet! This shocked him—was even the immortal power he wielded an illusion?
Yet, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, Shui Miao’s clothes were completely dry.
Carrying the camera, Shui Miao headed back, with Liu Kaihui following closely behind, too confused to even utter a word.
“You can go back now. There’s no need to follow me anymore.”
Without even glancing at Liu Kaihui, Shui Miao dismissed him directly.
Relieved, Liu Kaihui scurried away in a flash.
In front of the shop, Lin Xue and Chu Miaoyi had just received a call from the station informing them that Liu Kaihui was calling for help at the riverside square. The two took a shortcut and hurried over, but they missed Shui Miao, who had returned via the main road.
Just as Shui Miao reached the corner of the street, he saw a red car pull over.
“Master, master! Get in the car quickly—we need your help!”
The person calling out was none other than Chu Qiaoling, the saleswoman who had previously asked Shui Miao to read her fortune.
Turning around, Shui Miao looked at Chu Qiaoling and nearly forgot about the matter entirely.
But realizing he could use this opportunity to test his skills and see the differences between what the camera captured and what he perceived in reality, Shui Miao got into Chu Qiaoling’s car. Once inside, she immediately said, “Master, it’s time to see what you’re really made of. That pervert doesn’t like women—he likes men.” Relying on Shui Miao’s earlier boast, she spoke bluntly and directly.
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, his mind going blank.
“What’s wrong, Master? Having second thoughts?” Chu Qiaoling chuckled inwardly. “Of course, if you can’t handle it, we can just pretend you never made that promise. Hehe, young people bragging and exaggerating—it’s pretty normal, after all.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shui Miao snapped back to reality, not about to let Chu Qiaoling look down on him. He smirked coldly, hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, and started filming as he replied, “It doesn’t matter if he likes men. Even if he likes gorillas or hippos, I can make him submit obediently.”
“Oh, you really have that kind of skill!?”
Chu Qiaoling didn’t believe him—she thought he was just spouting nonsense.
“You’ll see when the time comes.”
Unwilling to say more, Shui Miao focused entirely on the camera.
Chu Qiaoling glanced at Shui Miao in the passenger seat and suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re really something. Who films with both eyes open? You must’ve just bought this camera, right?”
“You don’t understand. This is what I call ‘one eye, one world; one eye, one universe.’ It’s quite fun.”
Shui Miao even turned the camera to film Chu Qiaoling.
She quickly straightened up and said seriously, “Master, you can’t bring the camera when we meet the client later. If he sees you like this, he’ll think you’re a journalist and run away scared.”
Hearing this, Shui Miao willed the camera into the Sacred Origin Ring. “Camera? What camera? I don’t have one.”
“Uh…”
Chu Qiaoling was astonished to see the camera vanish from Shui Miao’s hands. “Master, you’re amazing! I had no idea you were also a master magician!”
“Ha! Actually, I’m an immortal descended to the mortal world. I’m pretty impressive.”
Shui Miao casually joked around.
If a person acts entirely on whim, not even knowing what they’ll say or do next, then others certainly won’t be able to predict them either.
“You’re hilarious. If you’re an immortal, then so am I, hehe…”
Chu Qiaoling found talking to Shui Miao delightful. There was no need to overthink things—just speak freely and enjoy the moment.
When they arrived at the hotel, Chu Qiaoling led Shui Miao to a room door. After she knocked and the door opened, Shui Miao saw a smiling, bald-headed man… of average height, chubby, with eyes that narrowed into slits when he smiled, giving off a lecherous vibe. His eyes roamed over Shui Miao’s body, exuding the aura of a creepy uncle.
“Damn pervert! Keep looking and I’ll beat you to death!”
Uncomfortable under the gaze, Shui Miao couldn’t help but point at the bald man’s nose and curse.
Shui Miao was deeply shaken. He began considering his next move.
“That hidden mastermind is unfathomable; how could I possibly force him out?”
The human mind is easily deceived, prone to seeing illusions or perhaps something else.
A camera, being lifeless, is never fooled, so everything it records should be real.
Shui Miao boldly speculated that there must be one or several powerful individuals secretly following him, not only deceiving him but also everyone around him—including all those so-called “peach blossom luck” moments, which were nothing but schemes and manipulations.
Yet, this was hard to explain. Who would be willing to expend so much effort and energy to do such a thing?
Shui Miao couldn’t understand what value he held in the eyes of these powerful beings.
“Come out! Show yourself!”
“What do you want from me? Lurking in the shadows—are you too ashamed to show yourselves?”
“You won’t come out? Fine! I won’t let you have your way. From now on, I won’t cultivate anymore, I won’t use any immortal power. Let’s see what you can do to me!”
Shui Miao screamed hysterically in the square, acting like a madman.
Liu Kaihui was utterly confused. Seeing Shui Miao lose his mind, he wanted to leave but didn’t dare, feeling trapped and frustrated. In the end, he had no choice but to call the police station for help again.
After shouting for a while, Shui Miao suddenly thought: Why not use the threat of death to force them to reveal themselves?
So, Shui Miao turned and rushed toward the wide moat, plunging straight to the bottom.
Holding his breath, he tried to suffocate himself.
After all, he still had a soul—there was nothing to fear.
But once underwater, Shui Miao found that he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all even without breathing. His body seemed to merge completely with the water, allowing him to survive without needing to gasp for air.
“I understand—it’s that green energy from the Natural Dao stele. It dissolved my physical form and integrated it with nature, so now I’m no longer an ordinary person. I can’t die!?” Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Shui Miao was about to emerge when another realization struck him. “Wait… if the hurricane was an illusion, then perhaps my entry into the意境 stele was also an illusion? In other words, it’s highly likely that my body remains unchanged, and it’s merely the illusion making me feel as though I’ve merged with the Natural Dao?”
His mind racing, Shui Miao began contemplating his next move.
“The mastermind behind this is unfathomable. Forcing him out won’t be easy.”
“Rather than trying to force him out, why not go with the flow for now, observe carefully, and change my behavior at different times to keep him guessing? Then, I’ll do the opposite of what he expects—drain the foundational energy of Feng Shui within me, use up all my immortal power, and oppose him directly. Let’s see how he reacts.”
Soon, Shui Miao settled on a plan and emerged from the water once more.
However, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, it seemed as though Shui Miao had only just jumped into the water and resurfaced almost immediately.
After getting ashore, Shui Miao used his immortal power to dry his clothes.
Then, he aimed the camera at himself only to find that his clothes were still wet! This shocked him—was his immortal power also an illusion?
But from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, Shui Miao’s clothes were completely dry.
Carrying the camera, Shui Miao headed back, with Liu Kaihui following closely behind, too bewildered to even utter a word.
“You can go back now. There’s no need to follow me anymore.”
Without even glancing at Liu Kaihui, Shui Miao dismissed him directly.
Liu Kaihui felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and scurried away in relief.
In front of the shop, Lin Xue and Chu Miaoyi had just received a call from the station informing them that Liu Kaihui was calling for help at the riverside square. The two took a shortcut and hurried over, but they missed Shui Miao, who had returned via the main road.
Just as Shui Miao reached the corner of the street, a red car pulled over.
“Master, master, get in the car quickly! We need your help!”
The person calling out was none other than Chu Qiaoling, the saleswoman who had previously asked Shui Miao to read her fortune.
Shui Miao turned and looked at Chu Qiaoling, having almost forgotten about the matter entirely.
But realizing he could use this opportunity to test his skills and see the differences between what the camera captured and what he perceived in reality, Shui Miao got into Chu Qiaoling’s car. Once inside, Chu Qiaoling immediately said, “Master, it’s time to see what you’re really made of. That pervert doesn’t like women—he likes men.” Relying on Shui Miao’s earlier boast, she spoke bluntly and directly.
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, his mind going blank for a moment.
“What’s wrong, Master? Having second thoughts?” Chu Qiaoling secretly chuckled to herself. “Of course, if you can’t handle it, we can just pretend you never made that promise. Hehe, young people bragging and talking big—it’s pretty normal, after all.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shui Miao snapped back to reality, not about to let Chu Qiaoling look down on him. He smirked coldly, hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, and started recording as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter if he likes men. Even if he likes gorillas or hippos, I can make him submit obediently.”
“Oh, you really have such skills!?”
Chu Qiaoling didn’t believe him—she thought he was just spouting nonsense.
“You’ll see when the time comes.”
Shui Miao didn’t want to say more, focusing entirely on the camera.
Chu Qiaoling glanced at Shui Miao in the passenger seat and suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re really something. Who keeps both eyes open while recording? You must’ve just bought this camera, right?”
“You don’t understand. This is what I call ‘one eye, one world; one eye, one universe.’ It’s quite fun.”
Shui Miao even turned the camera to film Chu Qiaoling.
Chu Qiaoling quickly straightened her expression. “Master, you can’t bring the camera when meeting the client later. If he sees you like this, he’ll think you’re a journalist and run away scared.”
Hearing this, Shui Miao had a flash of inspiration and stored the camera away in his Saint Origin Ring. “Camera? What camera? I don’t have a camera.”
“Uh…”
Chu Qiaoling was astonished to see the camera vanish from Shui Miao’s hands. “Master, you’re amazing! I had no idea you were also a master magician!”
“Ha! Actually, I’m a deity descended to the mortal world. I’m pretty incredible.”
Shui Miao casually joked around.
If a person acts entirely on whim, not even knowing what they’ll say or do next, then others certainly won’t be able to predict them either.
“You’re hilarious. If you’re a deity, then so am I, hehe…”
Chu Qiaoling found talking to Shui Miao delightful—there was no need to overthink things, just go with the flow and enjoy oneself.
When they arrived at the hotel, Chu Qiaoling led Shui Miao to a room door. After she knocked and the door opened, Shui Miao saw a grinning, bald-headed man… of average height, chubby, with eyes that narrowed into slits when he smiled, giving off a lecherous vibe. His eyes roamed over Shui Miao’s body, exuding the air of a creepy uncle.
“Damn pervert! Keep looking and I’ll beat you to death!”
Uncomfortable under the gaze, Shui Miao couldn’t help but point at the bald man’s nose and curse.
Soon, Shui Miao had decided on his plan and surfaced from the water.
But from Liu Kai’s perspective, Shui Miao had simply jumped in and immediately come back up.
The human mind is easily deceived, prone to seeing illusions or perhaps something else.
A camera, being lifeless, is never fooled, so everything it records should be real.
Shui Miao boldly speculated that there must be one or several powerful individuals secretly following him—not only deceiving him but also everyone around him, including all those so-called “peach blossom luck” incidents, which were nothing but schemes and manipulations.
Yet, this was hard to explain. Who would be willing to invest so much effort and energy into such a plan?
Shui Miao couldn’t figure it out—what value did he hold in the eyes of these powerful beings?
“Come out! Show yourself!”
“What do you want from me? Skulking in the shadows—are you too ashamed to show your faces?”
“You won’t come out? Fine! I won’t play along with your plans. From now on, I won’t cultivate anymore, and I won’t use any immortal power. Let’s see what you can do to me!”
Shui Miao screamed hysterically in the square, acting like a madman.
Liu Kaihui was utterly bewildered. Seeing Shui Miao lose his mind, he wanted to leave but didn’t dare. Torn and frustrated, he had no choice but to call the police station for help again.
After shouting for a while, Shui Miao suddenly thought: Why not use the threat of death to force them out?
So, he turned and rushed toward the wide moat, plunging straight to the bottom.
Holding his breath, Shui Miao intended to suffocate himself.
After all, he still had a soul—there was nothing to fear.
But once underwater, Shui Miao found that he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all even without breathing. It was as if his body had merged completely with the water, allowing him to survive without needing to gasp for air.
“I see—it’s that green energy from the Natural Dao stele. It dissolved my physical body and merged it with nature, so now I’m no longer an ordinary person. I can’t die!?” Just as this thought crossed his mind and he was about to emerge from the water, another idea struck him: “Wait… if the hurricane was an illusion, then maybe my entry into the Realm Stele was also an illusion? In other words, it’s highly likely that my body is still the same as before, and it’s just the illusion making me feel merged with the Natural Dao?”
His mind racing, Shui Miao began contemplating his next move.
“The mastermind behind this is profound and unpredictable. Forcing him out won’t be easy.”
“Rather than trying to force him out, why not go with the flow for now, observe carefully, and change my behavior at different times to keep him guessing? Then, I’ll do the opposite of what he expects—drain the foundational energy of Feng Shui within me, use up all my immortal power, and defy him. Let’s see how he reacts.”
Soon, Shui Miao settled on a plan and emerged from the water again.
However, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, it seemed as though Shui Miao had just jumped into the water and immediately resurfaced.
After getting ashore, Shui Miao channeled his immortal power to dry his clothes.
Then, he used the camera to film himself, only to discover that his clothes were still wet! This shocked him—was even his immortal power an illusion?
But from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, Shui Miao’s clothes were dry.
Carrying the camera, Shui Miao headed back, with Liu Kaihui following closely behind, too confused to even utter a word.
“You can go back now. There’s no need to follow me anymore.”
Without even glancing at Liu Kaihui, Shui Miao dismissed him directly.
Relieved, Liu Kaihui scurried away in a flash.
In front of the shop, Lin Xue and Chu Miaoyi had just received a call from the station informing them that Liu Kaihui was calling for help at the riverside square. The two took a shortcut and hurried over, but they missed Shui Miao, who had returned via the main road.
Just as Shui Miao reached the corner of the street, a red car pulled over.
“Master, master! Get in the car quickly—we need your help!”
The person calling out was none other than Chu Qiaoling, the saleswoman who had previously asked Shui Miao for a fortune reading.
Shui Miao turned and looked at Chu Qiaoling, having almost forgotten about the matter.
But realizing he could use this opportunity to test his skills and compare what the camera captured versus what he saw in reality, Shui Miao got into Chu Qiaoling’s car. Once inside, she immediately said, “Master, it’s time to see what you’re really made of. That pervert doesn’t like women—he likes men.” Relying on Shui Miao’s earlier boast, she spoke bluntly and directly.
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, his mind going blank.
“What’s wrong, Master? Having second thoughts?” Chu Qiaoling secretly chuckled to herself. “Of course, if you can’t handle it, we can just pretend you never made that promise. Hehe, young people bragging and talking big—it’s pretty normal.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shui Miao snapped back to reality, not about to let Chu Qiaoling look down on him. He smirked coldly, hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, and started filming as he replied, “It doesn’t matter if he likes men. Even if he likes gorillas or hippos, I can make him submit.”
“Oh, you really have that kind of skill!?”
Chu Qiaoling didn’t believe him—she thought he was just spouting nonsense.
“You’ll see when the time comes.”
Shui Miao didn’t want to say more, focusing entirely on the camera.
Chu Qiaoling glanced at Shui Miao in the passenger seat and suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re really something. Who films with both eyes open? You must’ve just bought this camera, right?”
“You don’t understand. This is what I call ‘one eye, one world; one eye, one universe.’ It’s quite fun.”
Shui Miao even turned the camera to film Chu Qiaoling.
She quickly straightened her expression. “Master, you can’t bring the camera when we meet the client later. If he sees you like this, he’ll think you’re a journalist and run away scared.”
Hearing this, Shui Miao willed the camera into the Sacred Origin Ring. “Camera? What camera? I don’t have a camera.”
“Uh…”
Chu Qiaoling was astonished to see the camera vanish from Shui Miao’s hands. “Master, you’re amazing! I had no idea you were also a master magician!”
“Ha! Actually, I’m a deity who descended to the mortal world. Pretty impressive, huh?”
Shui Miao casually joked around.
If a person acts entirely on whim, not even knowing what they’ll say or do next, others would find it even harder to predict.
“You’re hilarious. If you’re a deity, then so am I, hehe…”
Chu Qiaoling found talking to Shui Miao delightful—there was no need to overthink things. Just going with the flow and enjoying the moment was enough.
When they arrived at the hotel, Chu Qiaoling led Shui Miao to a room door. After she knocked and the door opened, Shui Miao saw a smiling, bald-headed man… of average height, chubby, with eyes that narrowed into slits when he smiled, giving off a lecherous vibe. His eyes roamed over Shui Miao’s body, exuding the aura of a creepy uncle.
“You damn gay! Keep staring and I’ll beat you to death!”
Uncomfortable under the gaze, Shui Miao couldn’t help but point at the bald man’s nose and curse.
The human mind is easily deceived, prone to seeing illusions or perhaps something else.
A camera, being lifeless, is never fooled, so everything it records should be real.
Shui Miao boldly speculated that there must be one or several powerful individuals secretly following him, not only deceiving him but also everyone around him—including all those so-called “peach blossom luck” incidents, which were nothing but schemes and manipulations.
Yet, this was hard to explain. Who would be willing to expend so much effort and energy to do such a thing?
Shui Miao couldn’t figure it out. What value did he hold in the eyes of these powerful beings?
“Come out! Show yourself!”
“What do you want from me? Skulking around in the shadows—are you too ashamed to show yourselves?”
“You won’t come out? Fine! I won’t play along with your plans. From now on, I won’t cultivate anymore, I won’t use any immortal power. Let’s see what you can do to me!”
Shui Miao screamed hysterically in the square, like a madman.
Liu Kaihui was utterly bewildered. Seeing Shui Miao lose his mind, he wanted to leave but didn’t dare, caught in a dilemma. Frustrated, he had no choice but to call the police station for help again.
After shouting for a while, Shui Miao suddenly thought: Why not use the threat of death to force them to reveal themselves?
So, Shui Miao turned and rushed toward the wide moat, sinking directly to the bottom.
Holding his breath, he intended to suffocate himself.
After all, he still had a soul—there was nothing to fear.
But once underwater, Shui Miao found that he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all even without breathing. His body seemed to merge completely with the water, allowing him to survive without needing to gasp for air.
“I understand now—it’s that green energy from the Natural Dao stele. It dissolved my physical body and merged it with nature, so now I’m no longer an ordinary person. I can’t die!?” Just as this thought crossed his mind, Shui Miao was about to emerge from the water when another idea struck him. “Wait… if the hurricane was an illusion, then my body entering the意境 stele might also be an illusion? In other words, it’s highly likely that my physical body is still the same as before, and it’s just the illusion making me feel merged with the Natural Dao?”
His mind racing, Shui Miao began contemplating his next move.
“The mastermind behind this is profound and unpredictable. Forcing him out won’t be easy.”
“Rather than trying to force him out, why not go with the flow for now, observe carefully, and change my behavior at different times to keep him guessing? Then, I’ll do the opposite of what he expects—drain the foundational energy of feng shui and all the immortal power within me, use it all up, and oppose him directly. Let’s see how he reacts!”
Soon, Shui Miao settled on a strategy and emerged from the water again.
However, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, it seemed as though Shui Miao had only just jumped into the water and then resurfaced almost immediately.
After getting ashore, Shui Miao used his immortal power to dry his clothes.
Then, he aimed the camera at himself only to find that his clothes were still wet! This shocked him—could it be that his immortal power was also an illusion?
But from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, Shui Miao’s clothes were dry.
Shui Miao shouldered the camera and began walking back, with Liu Kaihui following closely behind, too confused to even utter a word.
“You can go back now. There’s no need to follow me anymore.”
Without even glancing at Liu Kaihui, Shui Miao dismissed him directly.
Liu Kaihui, feeling as if a weight had been lifted, scurried away in relief.
In front of the shop, Lin Xue and Chu Miaoyi had just received a call from the station, informing them that Liu Kaihui was calling for help at the riverside square. The two took a shortcut to reach the location but missed Shui Miao, who had returned via the main road.
Just as Shui Miao reached the corner of the street, he saw a red car pull over.
“Master, master! Get in the car quickly—we need your help!”
The person calling out was none other than Chu Qiaoling, the saleswoman who had previously asked Shui Miao to read her fortune.
Shui Miao turned and looked at Chu Qiaoling, having nearly forgotten about the matter.
But realizing he could use this opportunity to test his skills and see the differences between what the camera captured and what he perceived in reality, Shui Miao got into Chu Qiaoling’s car. Once inside, Chu Qiaoling immediately said, “Master, it’s time to see what you’re really made of. That pervert doesn’t like women—he likes men.” Relying on Shui Miao’s earlier boast, she spoke bluntly and directly.
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, his mind going blank.
“What’s wrong, Master? Having second thoughts?” Chu Qiaoling secretly chuckled to herself. “Of course, if you can’t handle it, we can just pretend you never made that promise. Hehe, young people bragging and talking big—it’s pretty normal, after all.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shui Miao snapped back to reality, not about to let Chu Qiaoling look down on him. He smirked coldly, hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, and began recording as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter if he likes men. Even if he likes gorillas or hippos, I can make him submit obediently.”
“Oh, you really have that kind of skill!?”
Chu Qiaoling didn’t believe him—she thought he was just spouting nonsense.
“You’ll see when the time comes.”
Shui Miao didn’t want to say more, focusing entirely on the camera.
Chu Qiaoling glanced at Shui Miao in the passenger seat and suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re really something. Who keeps both eyes open while recording? You must’ve just bought this camera, right?”
“You don’t understand. This is what I call ‘one eye, one world; one eye, one universe.’ It’s quite fun.”
Shui Miao even turned the camera to film Chu Qiaoling.
Chu Qiaoling quickly straightened her expression. “Master, you can’t bring the camera when we meet the client later. If he sees you like this, he’ll think you’re a journalist and run away scared.”
Hearing this, Shui Miao willed the camera into the Sacred Origin Ring. “Camera? What camera? I don’t have a camera.”
“Uh…”
Chu Qiaoling was astonished to see the camera vanish from Shui Miao’s hands. “Master, you’re amazing! I had no idea you were also a master magician!”
“Ha! Actually, I’m a deity descended to the mortal world. I’m pretty incredible.”
Shui Miao simply joked around freely.
If a person is entirely unpredictable, not even knowing what they will say or do next, then others certainly won’t be able to figure them out either.
“You’re hilarious. If you’re a deity, then so am I, hehe…”
Chu Qiaoling found talking to Shui Miao delightful—there was no need to overthink things, just speak freely and enjoy the moment.
When they arrived at the hotel, Chu Qiaoling led Shui Miao to a room door. After she knocked and the door opened, Shui Miao saw a grinning, bald-headed man… of average height, chubby, with eyes that narrowed into slits when he smiled, giving off a lecherous vibe. His eyes roamed over Shui Miao’s body, exuding the air of a creepy uncle.
“Damn pervert! Keep looking and I’ll beat you to death!”
Uncomfortable under the gaze, Shui Miao couldn’t help but point at the bald man’s nose and curse.
But from Liu Kai’s eyes, Shui Miao’s clothes were perfectly dry.
Carrying the camera, Shui Miao walked back, with Liu Kai following closely behind, too bewildered to even dare fart.
“You can go back now. No need to follow me anymore.”
Without even glancing at Liu Kai, Shui Miao dismissed him directly.
Liu Kai felt a great weight lifted and hurried away in a flash.
Outside the shop, Lin Xue and Chu Miaoyi had just received a call from the bureau saying Liu Kai had requested help at the riverside square. They took a shortcut to rush over, but missed Shui Miao, who had returned via the main road.
As Shui Miao turned the corner at the intersection, a red car pulled to a stop.
“Master, Master! Hurry up and get in! We need your help!”
The person calling wasn’t anyone else—none other than Chu Qiaoling, the female clerk who had previously asked Shui Miao to read her fortune.
Shui Miao turned and looked at Chu Qiaoling, almost forgetting all about her.
But the moment he thought of using this opportunity to test things out—comparing what the camera captured with what he actually saw—he got into her car.
As soon as he sat down, Chu Qiaoling immediately said, “Master, this time we really need your real skills. The guy we’re dealing with doesn’t like women—he’s into men.”
Trusting in Shui Miao’s earlier bravado, she spoke bluntly and directly.
“…”
Shui Miao was momentarily stunned, his mind going blank.
“What? Master, are you backing out?” Chu Qiaoling secretly chuckled to herself. “Of course, if you can’t do it, then we can pretend you never promised anything. Hehe, young people like you boasting a little is normal, really.”
“You’re talking about me?” Shui Miao snapped back to his senses. He wouldn’t let Chu Qiaoling underestimate him. With a cold smile, he hoisted the camera onto his shoulder and said while filming, “Even if he likes gorillas or hippos, I can still bring him around.”
“Oh? You’ve got real skills like that!?”
Chu Qiaoling didn’t believe him for a second—she thought Shui Miao was just bluffing.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
Shui Miao didn’t want to waste words and focused on the camera.
Chu Qiaoling glanced at Shui Miao sitting in the passenger seat and suddenly burst into laughter: “You’re really something. Who films with both eyes open? You must have just bought this camera, right?”
“You wouldn’t understand. I call it ‘One Eye, One World; One Glimpse, One Universe.’ It’s fun like that.”
Shui Miao even turned the camera to snap a quick shot of Chu Qiaoling.
Chu Qiaoling quickly straightened up: “Master, you can’t bring the camera when we meet the client. If he sees you like that, he’ll think you’re a reporter and run off.”
Upon hearing this, Shui Miao had an idea and moved the camera into his Holy Yuan Ring. “Camera? What camera do I have on me?”
“Uh…”
Chu Qiaoling was shocked when Shui Miao’s camera suddenly vanished from sight. “Master, you’re amazing! I didn’t know you were a magician too!”
The human spirit is easily deceived, seeing illusions or perhaps something else.
A camera, having no life, is never deceived, so everything it records should be real.
Shui Miao boldly speculated that there must be one or several powerful individuals secretly following him, not only deceiving him but also everyone around him, including all those so-called “peach blossom luck” incidents—all part of a calculated scheme.
But this was hard to explain. Who would be willing to expend so much effort and energy to do such a thing?
Shui Miao couldn’t figure it out. What value did he hold in the eyes of these powerful beings?
“Come out! Show yourself!”
“What do you want from me? Skulking in the shadows—are you too ashamed to show yourselves?”
“You won’t come out? Fine! I won’t let you have your way. From now on, I won’t cultivate anymore, I won’t use any immortal power. Let’s see what you can do to me!”
Shui Miao screamed hysterically in the square, like a madman.
Liu Kaihui was utterly bewildered. Seeing Shui Miao lose his mind, he wanted to leave but didn’t dare, torn between staying and going. Frustrated, he had no choice but to call the police station for help again.
After shouting for a while, Shui Miao suddenly thought: Why not use the threat of death to force them to reveal themselves?
So, Shui Miao turned and rushed toward the wide moat, sinking directly to the bottom.
Holding his breath, he intended to suffocate himself.
After all, he still had a soul, so there was nothing to fear.
But once underwater, Shui Miao found that he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all even without breathing. His body seemed to merge completely with the water, allowing him to survive without needing to gasp for air.
“I understand now—it’s that green energy from the Natural Dao stele. It dissolved my physical body, merging it with nature. So now I’m no longer an ordinary person. I can’t die!?” Just as this thought crossed his mind, Shui Miao was about to emerge from the water when another idea struck him. “Wait… if the hurricane was an illusion, then perhaps my body entering the意境 stele was also an illusion? That is to say, it’s highly likely my body is still the same as before, and it’s just the illusion making me feel merged with the Natural Dao?”
His mind racing, Shui Miao began contemplating his next move.
“That mastermind behind the scenes is unfathomable. How could I possibly force him out?”
“Rather than failing to force him out, why not go with the flow for now, observe carefully, change my temperament at different times to keep him guessing, then do the opposite—expend all the foundational energy of Feng Shui within my body, along with all my immortal power. Use it all up and oppose him directly. Let’s see how he reacts!”
Soon, Shui Miao settled on a strategy and emerged from the water once more.
However, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, it seemed as though Shui Miao had only just jumped into the water and then resurfaced almost immediately.
After getting back on shore, Shui Miao used his immortal power to dry his clothes.
Then, he aimed the camera at himself only to find that his clothes were still wet! This shocked him—could it be that his immortal power was also an illusion?
But from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, Shui Miao’s clothes were completely dry.
Carrying the camera, Shui Miao headed back, with Liu Kaihui following closely behind, too confused to even utter a word.
“You can go back now. There’s no need to follow me anymore.”
Without even glancing at Liu Kaihui, Shui Miao dismissed him directly.
Liu Kaihui felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and scurried away in relief.
In front of the shop, Lin Xue and Chu Miaoyi had just received a call from the station informing them that Liu Kaihui was calling for help at the riverside square. The two took a shortcut and hurried over, but they missed Shui Miao, who had returned via the main road.
Just as Shui Miao reached the corner of the street, he saw a red car pull over.
“Master, master, get in the car quickly! We need your help!”
The person calling out was none other than Chu Qiaoling, the saleswoman who had previously asked Shui Miao to read her fortune.
Shui Miao turned and looked at Chu Qiaoling, having nearly forgotten about the matter.
But realizing he could use this opportunity to test his skills and see the differences between what the camera captured and what he saw in reality, Shui Miao got into Chu Qiaoling’s car. Once inside, Chu Qiaoling immediately said, “Master, it’s time to see what you’re really made of. That pervert doesn’t like women—he likes men.” Relying on Shui Miao’s earlier boast, she spoke bluntly and directly.
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, his mind going blank.
“What’s wrong, Master? Having second thoughts?” Chu Qiaoling secretly chuckled to herself. “Of course, if you can’t handle it, we can just pretend you never made that promise. Hehe, young people bragging and talking big—it’s pretty normal, after all.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shui Miao snapped back to reality, not about to let Chu Qiaoling look down on him. He smirked coldly, hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, and began recording as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter if he likes men. Even if he likes gorillas or hippos, I can make him submit obediently.”
“Oh, you really have that kind of skill!?”
Chu Qiaoling didn’t believe him, thinking he was just spouting nonsense.
“You’ll see when the time comes.”
Shui Miao didn’t want to say more, focusing entirely on the camera.
Chu Qiaoling glanced at Shui Miao in the passenger seat and suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re really something. Who keeps both eyes open while recording? You must’ve just bought this camera, right?”
“You don’t understand. This is called ‘one eye, one world; one eye, one universe.’ It’s quite fun.”
Shui Miao even turned the camera to film Chu Qiaoling.
Chu Qiaoling quickly straightened her expression. “Master, you can’t bring the camera when meeting the client later. If he sees you like this, he’ll think you’re a journalist and run away scared.”
Hearing this, Shui Miao had a flash of inspiration and moved the camera into his Saint Origin Ring. “Camera? What camera? I don’t have a camera.”
“Uh…”
Chu Qiaoling was astonished to see the camera disappear from Shui Miao’s hands. “Master, you’re amazing! I had no idea you were also a master magician!”
“Ha! Actually, I’m a deity descended to earth. I’m pretty incredible.”
Shui Miao casually joked around.
If a person is entirely unpredictable, not even knowing what they’ll say or do next, then others certainly won’t be able to figure them out either.
“You’re hilarious. If you’re a deity, then so am I, hehe…”
Chu Qiaoling found talking to Shui Miao delightful. There was no need to overthink things—just go with the flow and enjoy the moment.
When they arrived at the hotel, Chu Qiaoling led Shui Miao to a room door. After she knocked and the door opened, Shui Miao saw a smiling, bald-headed man… of average height, chubby, with eyes that narrowed into slits when he smiled, giving off a lecherous vibe. His eyes roamed over Shui Miao’s body, exuding the aura of a creepy uncle.
“Damn pervert! Keep looking and I’ll beat you to death!”
Uncomfortable under the gaze, Shui Miao couldn’t help but point at the bald man’s nose and curse.
Shui Miao decided to joke around casually.
When a person is spontaneous and unpredictable—even they themselves don’t know what they’ll say or do next—then others will be even less likely to foresee their actions.
The human spirit is easily deluded, seeing illusions or perhaps something else.
A camera, having no life, is never deceived, so everything it records should be real.
Shui Miao boldly speculated that there must be one or several powerful individuals secretly following him, not only deceiving him but also everyone around him, including all those so-called “peach blossom luck” incidents—all of it was nothing but schemes and plots.
Yet, this was hard to explain. Who would be willing to go through so much effort and trouble to do such a thing?
Shui Miao couldn’t figure it out—what value did he hold in the eyes of these powerful beings?
“Come out! Show yourself!”
“What exactly do you want from me? Skulking around in the shadows—are you too ashamed to show yourselves?”
“You won’t come out, huh? Fine! I won’t let you have your way. From now on, I won’t cultivate anymore, I won’t use any immortal power. Let’s see what you can do to me!”
Shui Miao screamed hysterically in the square, acting like a complete madman.
Liu Kaihui was utterly bewildered. Seeing Shui Miao lose his mind, he wanted to leave but didn’t dare, stuck in a dilemma. Frustrated, he had no choice but to call the police station for help again.
After shouting for a while, Shui Miao suddenly thought: Why not use the threat of death to force them out?
So, Shui Miao turned and rushed toward the wide moat, plunging straight to the bottom.
Holding his breath, he intended to suffocate himself.
After all, he still had his soul—there was nothing to fear.
But once underwater, Shui Miao found that he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all even without breathing. His body seemed to merge completely with the water, allowing him to survive without needing to gasp for air.
“I see—it’s that green energy from the Natural Dao stele. It dissolved my physical body, merging it with nature. So now, I’m no longer an ordinary person. I can’t die!?” Just as this thought crossed his mind, Shui Miao was about to emerge from the water when another idea struck him. “Wait… if the hurricane was an illusion, then perhaps my entry into the意境 stele was also an illusion? That means it’s highly likely my body is still the same as before, and it’s just the illusion making me feel merged with the Natural Dao?”
His mind racing, Shui Miao began contemplating his next move.
“That mastermind behind the scenes is profound and unpredictable. Forcing him out won’t be easy.”
“Rather than failing to force him out, why not go with the flow for now, observe carefully, change my temperament at different times to keep him guessing, then do the opposite of what he expects? I’ll deplete the foundational energy of Feng Shui within me, use up all my immortal power, and oppose him outright. Let’s see how he reacts!”
Soon, Shui Miao settled on a strategy and emerged from the water once more.
However, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, it seemed as though Shui Miao had just jumped in and resurfaced almost immediately.
After getting ashore, Shui Miao used his immortal power to dry his clothes.
Then, he aimed the camera at himself only to find that his clothes were still wet! This shocked him—could it be that his immortal power was also an illusion?
Yet, from Liu Kaihui’s perspective, Shui Miao’s clothes were completely dry.
Carrying the camera, Shui Miao headed back, with Liu Kaihui following closely behind, too confused to even utter a word.
“You can go back now. There’s no need to follow me anymore.”
Without even glancing at Liu Kaihui, Shui Miao dismissed him directly.
Liu Kaihui felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and scurried away in relief.
In front of the shop, Lin Xue and Chu Miaoyi had just received a call from the station informing them that Liu Kaihui was calling for help at the riverside square. The two took a shortcut to reach the location but missed Shui Miao, who had returned via the main road.
Just as Shui Miao reached the corner of the street, he saw a red car pull over.
“Master, Master! Get in the car quickly—we need your help!”
The person calling out was none other than Chu Qiaoling, the female salesperson who had previously asked Shui Miao for a fortune reading.
Shui Miao turned and looked at Chu Qiaoling, having almost forgotten about the matter entirely.
But then it occurred to him that this was an opportunity to test his skills and see if there were any differences between what the camera captured and what he perceived in reality. So, he got into Chu Qiaoling’s car. Once inside, she immediately said, “Master, it’s time to see what you’re really made of. That pervert… he doesn’t like women. He likes men.” Relying on Shui Miao’s earlier boast, she spoke bluntly and directly.
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, his mind going blank.
“What’s wrong, Master? Having second thoughts?” Chu Qiaoling chuckled inwardly. “Of course, if you can’t handle it, we can just pretend you never made those promises. Hehe, young people bragging and talking big—it’s pretty normal, after all.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shui Miao snapped back to reality, not about to let Chu Qiaoling look down on him. He smirked coldly, hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, and started recording as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter if he likes men. Even if he likes gorillas or hippos, I can make him submit obediently.”
“Oh, you really have such skills?”
Chu Qiaoling didn’t believe him—she thought he was just spouting nonsense.
“You’ll see when the time comes.”
Shui Miao didn’t want to say more, focusing entirely on the camera.
Chu Qiaoling glanced at Shui Miao in the passenger seat and suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re really something. Who keeps both eyes open while recording? You must’ve just bought this camera, right?”
“You don’t understand. This is what I call ‘one eye, one world; one eye, one universe.’ It’s quite fun.”
Shui Miao even turned the camera to film Chu Qiaoling.
Chu Qiaoling quickly composed herself. “Master, you can’t bring the camera when we meet the client later. If he sees you like this, he’ll think you’re a journalist and run away scared.”
Hearing this, Shui Miao willed the camera into the Sacred Origin Ring. “Camera? What camera? I don’t have any camera.”
“Uh…”
Chu Qiaoling was astonished to see the camera vanish from Shui Miao’s hands. “Master, you’re amazing! I had no idea you were also a master magician!”
“Ha! Actually, I’m a deity descended to earth. I’m pretty incredible.”
Shui Miao decided to play along and joke freely.
If a person acts entirely on whim, not even knowing what they’ll say or do next, then others certainly won’t be able to predict them either.
“You’re hilarious. If you’re a deity, then so am I, hehe…”
Chu Qiaoling found talking to Shui Miao delightful—there was no need to overthink things, just speak freely and enjoy the moment.
When they arrived at the hotel, Chu Qiaoling led Shui Miao to a room door. After she knocked and the door opened, Shui Miao saw a grinning, bald-headed man… of average height, chubby, with eyes that narrowed into slits when he smiled, giving off a lecherous vibe. His eyes roamed over Shui Miao’s body, exuding the air of a total creep.
“Damn pervert! Keep looking and I’ll beat you to death!”
Uncomfortable under the gaze, Shui Miao couldn’t help but point at the bald man’s nose and curse.
Chu Qiaoling found chatting with Shui Miao enjoyable. She didn’t have to think too hard—just go with the flow and enjoy herself.
Arriving at the hotel, Chu Qiaoling led Shui Miao to a room door. After knocking and the door opened, Shui Miao saw a large bald man with a broad smile on his face. The man was of average height, plump, and his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled, giving off a distinctly creepy vibe. His gaze lingered on Shui Miao, exuding a strong “weird uncle” aura.
“Perverted faggot! Keep staring and I’ll kill you!”
Feeling uneasy under the man’s gaze, Shui Miao couldn’t help but lash out, pointing directly at the bald man’s nose and cursing.
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