Last night, a fine wind and faint rain; light intoxication could not wash away joy or sorrow.
At dawn in the east, only a wreckage of cups and plates remained in the Sea God Temple's Back Hall.
Daoist Wen Jing was the first to leave. It was not that she had been defeated, but that the power of her blood mosquitoes had been completely exhausted.
And in order to leave a good impression on the Great Mage, she had played a small trick and had not drained the life force from that little calico cat. After the blood mosquitoes formed by her divine ability dispersed, the little cat remained perfectly unharmed.
It only suffered one small aftereffect: it had become especially clingy toward the Great Mage.
At dawn, Kong Xuan was the second to bid farewell.
He seemed to have gained a few worries. Before leaving, he even gave Li Changshou a meaningful look.
Li Changshou... pretended not to see it.
Could he possibly meddle in this directly?
The main figures in this battlefield of romance were Kong Xuan, Daoist Wen Jing, and Grand Master Xuandu. Aside from Daoist Wen Jing, who excelled at sneak attacks, schemes, and striking people unconscious from behind, being two levels weaker than the other two in a frontal battle, which one of them was someone he could afford to provoke?
Most importantly...
The Great Mage was clearly somewhat resistant to this.
Before leaving, the Great Mage furrowed his brow in thought, pondering carefully for a long while before finally reacting. He muttered to himself, "Changshou, could it be that Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan has some thoughts toward your elder brother that are not those of a fellow Daoist?"
Li Changshou narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Senior Brother, you are overthinking it."
"That is good,"