Qin Liuxi looked at the Marquis of Wind, ever since the clay statue of the deity had acquired a face, the news that the Water God manifested had spread far and wide, making many people come to offer worship.
With the belief in incense and the merit from saving the drowning, the Marquis of Wind's divine nature gained additional strength, his body faintly radiated golden light, prompting people not to dare look straight at him.
Qin Liuxi simply sat down in front of the temple to speak with him, which made the nearby vendor glance over frequently, his eyes filled with alertness and caution.
"The person the Yan family has placed to guard this temple seems like they're trying too hard. Look at how he watches me—if I so much as reach toward you, he'll throw me into the water. Do you believe that?" Qin Liuxi clicked her tongue.
