Chapter 225: The Life of Being Watched

In the autumn night, the sound of insects was accompanied by the moonlight and the snow.

Late at night, in the corridor in the backyard of the Sea God Temple,

Li Changshou used the identity of the old Daoist that his paper effigy was disguised as and looked up at the fairy beside him, who looked like she had walked out of his painting. He felt relieved.

I should be glad.

When I tried to convince the Goddess of Golden Light and the others, I only rephrased my words and did not distort the truth.

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain himself in front of the fairy.

That made Li Changshou realize how important it was to stick to the principles he had set previously.

Men should persevere.

Who is this fairy?