After Meng Lu left, Qin Liuxi's playful smile faded. She caressed the Jade Box that held the Divine Stone and sighed.
Having heard the catastrophic scenes described by the Miao Great Witch, she truly felt as if the sky were about to fall, and she doubted whether she could defeat Si Luo.
More importantly, everyone regarded her as a leader, which made her feel even more pressured. What if she let everyone down?
No matter how powerful she was, she was still just flesh and blood.
Carrying this anxiety, Qin Liuxi went to the Nan County City God Temple, not forgetting to bring a roasted chicken and a jug of liquor.
It was still New Year, and the number of visitors to the City God Temple was noticeably higher than before, with many more devotees coming to worship. Likewise, due to the winter snow disaster, there were far more refugees in the area than elsewhere, but no one caused trouble; everything was orderly.
Had the security in Nan County suddenly improved?
