"How could someone so skilled, talented, and courteous deceive us?"
At this moment, Da Qiao's feelings towards Ding Ling were extremely delicate.
Her admiration was mixed with reverence, and a hint of self-doubt.
Indeed, Ding Ling was too radiant and dazzling.
He was like the sun in the sky, shining so brightly that it was hard to look at directly.
And she was just an ordinary woman.
She felt it was difficult to be worthy of someone like Ding Ling, which naturally led to feelings of inferiority.
Ding Ling was unaware of this, but if he knew, he would certainly be astonished: 'How could a woman so beautiful feel inferior!'
"Hehe."
Ding Ling smiled faintly and said:
"To know if it's effective, just try the talisman. You know, this Daoist Temple has many patients coming and going every day."
The crowd understood.
Curiously, they took the talisman to test it.
Ding Ling actually wanted to see the effect too.
After all, these were talismans!
