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Listening to Wan Jiarong, who seemed like a frightened pig cowering in the corner, not daring to let anyone approach, Wan Sanqian was furiously enraged.
"Taoist priest, is this what you called the transference of karma?" he bellowed.
How could he not be angry? He had spent money, only to see his nephew turn into a pig?
Wan Sanqian's face turned ugly, and he was so angry that he turned red, pointing at San Chi Taoist priest and swearing profusely.
No matter who it was, if they offended him, even if it meant haring money, he would make San Chi pay the price!
San Chi's face was also flushed with anger, the slap from Su Han had made his face swell.
He had thought the matter was almost certainly successful, but unexpectedly, it had turned out like this.
He had confidently asserted he could save Wan Jiarong's life, and although the man was alive, he had turned into a pig?