Zhou Xuan brought up the name of the Witch God, and although the Mouse King's heart sank, he wasn't that afraid.
"You think bringing up the Witch God's name will scare me? Who knows if you're just playing some trick again?"
Zhou Xuan had lied too much... at least tonight, in the Xi'an Cathedral, he hadn't told a single truth, so now every time he opened his mouth, the Mouse King assumed he was just spouting nonsense.
"Look, when the truth is made false, it seems true, and when the false is made true, it seems false. It's hard for me to tell you a truth, and yet you still don't believe me."
Zhou Xuan supported the wind and said with a wry smile to the Turtle Mountain Taoist, "Old Turtle, you head back to the Daoist Temple first. The Witch God values peace and quiet when he appears."
"Alas."
