Chapter 227: The Comfort of the Ancestor

Fu Shiyan heard what Jiangli said and did not insist.

"Brother San, Abbot, is it now my turn?"

Seeing that they seemed to have finished talking, Shang Junxiao, looking like a wronged party, timidly popped his head out.

Jiangli's gaze fell upon his face and asked directly, "What happened recently?"

Shang Junxiao's face looked murky, as if harmed by someone, and with the Peach Blossom Evil also caused by others, Jiangli had never seen such a peculiar facial expression before.

Upon hearing the question, Shang Junxiao poured out his grievances and told Jiangli everything that had happened to him these past few days.

Wen Zishu chimed in from time to time on the side.

"Old Shang, with such a big incident, why haven't you told us before?" Duan Jianchuan frowned as he listened.

Shang Junxiao lowered his head, "I didn't think too much of it at the time, just thought I was sleepwalking…"