Holy shit.
Could he really diagnose it so formally?
Yino looked at the squinty-eyed fat Daoist's analysis and couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath, momentarily unsure whether to be impressed by Jinyue and Yuebai's illusion techniques or Liuli's evil techniques.
Either way, it seemed his completely ruined cultivation had successfully slipped past detection. Thinking of this, Yino first symbolically glanced at Yuyan beside him, then quickly turned to look at Jinyue not far away.
Yino had expected Jinyue's eyes to be bleeding again. However, this time, Jinyue appeared quite normal. Under the bright sunshine, the red foxgirl sat properly and cutely next to Yunjin, her skirt flowing over her newly matched floral stockings and small leather shoes. When Jinyue noticed Yino looking her way, she deliberately pursed her cherry lips, pretending to be innocent as she tilted her head, squinted her eyes, and smiled sweetly.
