"What did you call ?" Zhang Ze asked again.
"Sister Miemie," Wang Xiaogang replied.
"Then let ask you, am I male or female?" Zhang Ze asked again.
"You... aren't you female?" Wang Xiaogang hesitated a bit.
"Then do I have horns?" Zhang Ze pointed to his head.
"Yes, just like usual, pointy."
Although still a bit confused, Wang Xiaogang answered quickly this ti.
Seeing Wang Xiaogang's confident expression, Zhang Ze felt there was sothing fishy and beckoned Wang Xiaogang with his finger.
Zhang Ze said, "Get up and sit properly."
Upon receiving the order, Wang Xiaogang hurriedly got up from the bed, perched half his body on the edge, and sat up straight.
'Could it be that he wants to take advantage of ?' Wang Xiaogang thought to himself.
Zhang Ze wasn't interested in forcing himself on others. After Wang Xiaogang sat up, he drew a circle in front of Wang Xiaogang.
A complex array talisman flashed by, but Zhang Ze didn't sense any illusion spell aura.
'This person is normal.'
'Could it still be my problem?'
'Impossible, absolutely impossible!'
"Close your eyes," Zhang Ze commanded again, unwilling to give up.
Misunderstanding, Wang Xiaogang slightly parted his lips, then blushed, closed his eyes, and curved up his lips.
Looking lewd.
Zhang Ze, "..."
With a snap of his fingers, his Dharma Body of cold energy appeared behind Wang Xiaogang, placing a hand on Wang Xiaogang's head. Instantly, all worldly desires vanished from Wang Xiaogang.
Once Wang Xiaogang settled down, Zhang Ze reluctantly took out a brocade box from the Hundred Treasures Bag and opened it.
Inside the box was a calligraphy brush, its shaft gold-inlaid and jade-tempered, with the brush bristles curvy.
The brush's na was the Heaven-Punishing Brush, a magical artifact refined by Old Tang before finishing his cultivation.
This brush had no offensive capabilities, nor did it house an artifact spirit, but its Dharma thod was extrely exquisite. Besides determining matters and identifying treasures, it could also break through various earthly illusions.
This magical artifact was indeed top grade. It should have been classified as a Dragon Tiger Mountain heritage magical treasure and should not have landed in Zhang Ze's hands.
However, the fact remained that this brush was unwelco; no one wanted it.
Even Tang despised it greatly. It ended up with Zhang Ze because Old Tang had secretly tucked it among other treasures.
The reason no one wanted it was simple: the brush bristles were said to be made from Old Tang's leg hair.
Of course, if it were just leg hair, it wouldn't have been so bad.
But according to Tang, he said:
"Co on, Brother Zhang, do you believe everything my grandpa says?"
"What if it's not leg hair but nose hair?"
In short, the raw material of the brush bristles had beco a mystery, and no one dared to ask, nor would Old Tang reveal it.
Zhang Ze reluctantly picked up the brush and touched the curvy bristles to Wang Xiaogang's forehead.
A ripple spread out but quickly condensed again.
As before, nothing happened, not even Old Tang's brush could detect any anomaly.
No spell was cast on Wang Xiaogang, or perhaps this type of spell was beyond it, as even high-grade artifacts like Old Tang's brush couldn't detect it.
Zhang Ze frowned slightly, thinking of mimicking his master's beard-stroking gesture, but upon realizing he didn't have a beard, he had no choice but to tug at his sideburns, pondering the issue of Miemie.
"Miemie?"
Before this, Zhang Ze had only heard the na twice and had only seen her twice.
The first ti was at Bai Tao's ancestral strategy eting, where a sheep race girl nad Miemie was sitting in a corner with a genealogy book, expressing unique opinions on commorating ancestors.
The second ti was in the Illusion Realm, where he encountered an assassin who looked exactly like Miemie.
Back then, he thought the assassin was Miemie's ancestor.
After leaving the Illusion Realm, Zhang Ze casually talked with Bai Tao about Miemie. Bai Tao only ntioned rembering the friend, but her appearance was sowhat vague.
At the ti, Zhang Ze didn't care, since the Demon Race often had such unreliable mories; forgetting was normal.
But looking back now, the matter seed indeed strange.
Zhang Ze imdiately took out a small walnut to contact Bai Tao.
[Zhang Ze: Bai Tao, before you press for updates, let ask you sothing. Do you still rember Miemie?]
[Literary Girl Tao Baibai: Of course, she's my friend.]
[Zhang Ze: What does she look like?]
[Literary Girl Tao Baibai: Well, like a demon, pointy head. I don't have a photo on hand now; how do you expect to describe her?]
[Zhang Ze: Let's not talk about this for now; do you rember when Miemie left?]
This ti Bai Tao stayed silent for a long ti, seemingly pondering. After a long while, text reappeared on the small walnut.
[Literary Girl Tao Baibai: I rember this. She left shortly after you entered the Illusion Realm, saying there was an urgent family matter.]
[Zhang Ze: Hmm, thanks.]
Zhang Ze put away the small walnut and reviewed the matter from start to finish.
'This girl nad Miemie seems to have abilities related to distorting perception.'
'And she has a high status in this Everywhere Pass, which is likely my doing.'
'The one I t wasn't her ancestor but her herself?'
'So Miemie entered the Illusion Realm at that ti to search for the diary as well?'
'Then where did she go afterward? Did she hide?'
Zhang Ze rubbed his temples, sifting through his mories. Soon, a sneaky little face appeared in his mind.
Little Earth Immortal!
In the Illusion Realm, this little being frequently showed up in his room, claiming to be there to assassinate him. But upon further reflection, it was suspicious.
Moreover, not long after leaving the Illusion Realm, Little Earth Immortal disappeared without a trace.
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