Xiao Zhengchu watched Ni Qing. She wore a long, soft-beige dress that concealed her scars, revealing only her slender neck. Her face was lightly made up, and her hair was loosely pinned up.
With a faint, gentle smile, she knelt and kowtowed before the porcelain-white statue, then lit a stick of incense. After her pious worship, she slowly rose and looked at Xiao Zhengchu.
She didn't say a word, but Xiao Zhengchu could tell she was in a good mood.
She hadn't looked this way in a long time, not since that damn dog had left.
"What is this thing?"
Ni Qing's brow twitched at the word "thing," but she explained patiently, "This is a Fox Immortal. I need some kind of spiritual anchor."
Xiao Zhengchu scoffed at all this supernatural nonsense, but seeing as Ni Qing's spirits had lifted considerably, he didn't mind.
"What good is a Fox Immortal? You'd be better off worshipping me. At least I have money..."
