"Useless chatter."
As Xia Xin was at a loss, Jiangli's impatient voice suddenly rang out.
Xia Xin subconsciously looked over and saw Jiangli take out a talisman. The next second, that talisman whooshed through the air and landed on Wen Mao.
With a slap, it stuck to Wen Mao's forehead.
Wen Mao was stunned.
Before he could recover, he saw Jiangli walking over.
Jiangli stood beside him, looking down at him from above and asked indifferently, "Do you know about the White Tiger Evil?"
Without thinking, Wen Mao wanted to say he didn't know, but he heard his own voice say, "I know..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Wen Mao's eyes widened significantly.
He subconsciously clamped his mouth shut, not understanding why he had just said that.
