Qin Guanglin was expectant.
Regardless of what the truth was, whether she was an immortal or a demon, a fortune teller or from the immortal realm, she bore another label.
His wife.
His wife, whom he had fallen in love and bonded deeply with.
They had to talk eventually. Originally, he planned to confront He Fang after the honeymoon, but she spoke up first.
What the mystery actually was didn't matter; what mattered was that the two of them could handle it together, regardless of what lay ahead.
Her fervent devotion to prayer likely hinted at some hardship.
Nodding without saying much, Qin Guanglin set off on the mountain path with her.
Just like before, He Fang was exceptionally devout, holding incense high and bowing deeply before the Divine Statue, murmuring prayers under her breath.
Qin Guanglin didn't ask her the reason anymore but joined her, kneeling on the ground and praying sincerely.
