Saint's Message

For a moment, Daozi had the urge to smash the *Confucian Classics* to the ground. However, considering that this book was his teacher's magical tool, the incomparably important *Confucian Classics*, Daozi forcefully suppressed the urge to smash the book. Nevertheless, the terrifying "Three Dumb Dummies" voice still echoed in his head like a demonic chant.

'Who was this?' he thought. 'Pinching her throat and calling out in such a coquettish manner—it was simply terrifying.'

"What do you mean?" the master of the Titanium Temple asked curiously.

He felt there must be a deeper meaning behind the words "Three Stupids." "Could it be some kind of password?"

"How would I know?" Daozi replied, feeling like he was being scolded.

"Who gave you this *Confucian Classics*?" the Great Northern Emperor asked in puzzlement.

"I don't know either!" Daozi smiled bitterly.