The Poison Master had examined Jichen's meridians, so it wasn't surprising he could identify him as a Buddhist Practitioner.
But emphasizing it now seemed to carry a hidden meaning.
Lu Sangjiu frowned, speaking with a hint of displeasure. "They always say we Demon Cultivators are black-hearted, but from what I've seen, you so-called Cultivators aren't any better. What is wrong with you people?"
'From Jichen's master to that Ting Chan, and now this one… Does everyone who sees a man and a woman together have to assume it's about romance?'
What she didn't know was that it wasn't just these three. After she had left the Gold and Silver Gate, the gossip had been flying thick and fast there as well.
Hearing Lu Sangjiu's words, the Poison Master wasn't angry. Instead, he seemed to find it amusing and let out a laugh. "HA HA! Well then, it seems I was mistaken. But I don't understand—if this has nothing to do with romance, why are you so desperate to save him?"
