She turned her head and realized that she was surrounded by people from the temple. Hearing her disrespectful words, everyone’s faces were quite grim. A fat man dressed like a local gentry said loudly, "The Water God hasn’t chosen a bride in three years. Since you’ve drawn the Water God’s Talisman, you must marry, no matter what!" Others echoed him, chattering all at once.

What’s the point of arguing with them? Ning Xiaoxian spat silently, cursing her bad luck, and with a shake, she lightly slipped out of the crowd and stood outside the temple. The girl who had just drawn a lot was full of sorrow, and unexpectedly, something was slipped into her hand. She touched it instinctively, only to find it was a well-made silver ingot!

The crowd only felt a blur before their eyes, and the girl who had been standing there disappeared, causing an uproar, thinking they had encountered a demon again. At this moment, a young girl slowly walked out from the crowd, saying coldly, "This woman disrespected the Water God’s authority and wants to escape marriage. If we let her leave like this, it might bring calamity to the town."

The crowd looked at each other, and finally, all their gazes turned to the temple priest.

The temple priest’s face darkened. In recent years, as the Water God had shown signs of divine power frequently, his position as a temple priest had risen substantially, and few dared to disrespect him in this manner. He pondered for a moment and said, "You’re right. If she runs away and the Water God punishes us, we won’t be able to bear it. We must send someone to keep an eye on her and not let her leave secretly." At this point, he suddenly realized, "Hey, where does this girl live?"

Before today, no one had seen this woman, so they didn’t know where she came from. The young girl from before spoke again, "Isn’t this simple? She lives at the biggest and best inn in town."

The temple priest was pleased and said, "Do you know?"

"I don’t know. But I recognize her." This girl had white skin and red lips, bright eyes, and a playful look, so even her cold smile was attractive: "With her temperament, how could she possibly wrong herself?"

How could ordinary eyes follow Ning Xiaoxian’s speed? As soon as she left the temple, she sighed in frustration. She was tempted to see what kind of deity this so-called Water God was, but the most important thing now was not to provoke this spirit monster, but to return quickly and reach the inn before Changtian noticed.

She had been out for quite a while, and judging by the time, Changtian should be back by now.

The town was very small, and as soon as she moved her legs, she reached her destination. Just as she was about to step up the stairs, two people hurriedly rushed into the inn. If she hadn’t dodged to the side, they would have almost bumped into her.

By dodging, she revealed her agile form. The two people gave her a surprised look, with one of them lingering his gaze on her for a while, showing a pensive expression, while the other one grabbed him urgently, saying, "What are you daydreaming about? That monster has appeared!" Both of them hurried into a room on the second floor to the left, and she could still hear someone muttering, "Why does she look familiar?"

Afterward, a barrier seemed to have been set up in that room, and no more sound came out.

Ahem, this was not a time for her curiosity. She quickly slipped into her room, and immediately let out a long sigh of relief.

The room was still empty, which was a relief!

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When Changtian pushed the door open, Ning Xiaoxian was holding a cup, sipping tea in small sips.

The steam rose softly from the cup, as if covering her shy and teasing face with a thin veil, the light in her eyes hidden behind the mist, with a subtle charm that made one’s heart itch.

After all, she was a woman taught by him personally, someone who understood allure.

"You’re back." She smiled brightly, diving into his arms like a little wife who had been waiting for her husband for a long time. Ah, it felt so comfortable burying herself in his embrace!

Changtian stroked her smooth hair, a wave of warmth rising in his heart as he saw her quietly gazing at him: "Didn’t you go anywhere? I thought every time you arrived at a place, you’d have to look around."

"Hmm..." He really understood her! Ning Xiaoxian’s heart skipped a beat, and she hastily glossed over, "Feeling lazy, didn’t want to move."

Yet her clear voice carried a tender softness that could make an ordinary man’s body melt halfway, and Changtian couldn’t help teasing her: "Is your body feeling unwell?" Her physical strength was usually more than this, and he’d controlled himself well this time, she shouldn’t be hurt.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she dared not lift her head, pinching him hard while taking the opportunity to pinch his firm chest, "No."

Changtian sniffed lightly twice, frowned and said, "Why does your hair smell like smoke and fire?"

Damn, the temple was filled with smoke, inevitably leaving a smell on her. She meticulously planned, but forgot to use the Cleaning Technique. How could she forget, his nose was sharper than a dog’s!