Feng Fuce raised his eyes in response, looking at the top of the shelf.
There was a morial tablet placed there.
Feng Fuce seemingly casually picked up three sticks of incense and lit them.
He asked casually, "At the top, is there an offering for your ancestor?"
Duke Ping glanced upward and replied with a smile, "No, the morial tablet at the top is for a female fairy."
Feng Fuce’s hand paused in its movent.
His cold, dark eyes looked at Duke Ping: "A female fairy? Which deity?"
Duke Ping carefully recalled: "That, I don’t know, it was about ten years ago."
"At that ti, we were still in Huainan, and a female Taoist passed by my residence, asked for so water, and said I was going to have great fortune."
"So she helped us set up a shrine, instructing us to worship daily, which would naturally bring continuous good fortune to our household."
Upon saying this, Duke Ping sighed repeatedly.
"Later, there was a period when I devoutly worshiped, and indeed, I was conferred the title of Duke. But as ti went on and I lacked the energy to continue daily worship, my youngest son encountered mishaps."
"Such an experience is profoundly mysterious. I would rather believe in its existence. Since then, I’ve been diligent in offering incense daily, not daring to slack."
A barely-there cold smile ford at the corners of Feng Fuce’s thin lips: "Is that so? Ten years ago, that’s quite interesting."
He looked up at the engraving on the morial tablet.
This female deity did not have a na, only two symbols that didn’t resemble any text.
If what Bai Zhi’er said was true, then the person connected to these symbols should be her.
Feng Fuce pondered with cold, dark thoughts.
Ten years ago, Bai Zhi’er had not yet been born.
What kind of relationship could exist between an unfamiliar female Taoist and the yet-to-be-born Bai Zhi’er?
The incense in Feng Fuce’s hand extinguished on its own as it approached the shrine.
His gaze showed a hint of amusent.
In contrast, Duke Ping was sowhat surprised to see this.
He quickly said, "It must be this incense isn’t good; let replace them for the Marquis with three new sticks."
"No need." Feng Fuce coolly declined.
He added with profound aning, "Perhaps soone doesn’t accept the incense I offer, there’s no need to force it."
After speaking, Feng Fuce tossed the extinguished incense into a nearby ash can.
No one saw, but when he turned to leave, his eyes were extrely cold and deep.
In this world, there was only one being with whom he was mutually antagonistic.
That was the Heavenly Dao.
As his presence neared that shrine, he felt a strong force repelling him.
So Feng Fuce speculated, the female Taoist ntioned by Duke Ping was most likely the Heavenly Dao.
And Bai Zhi’er...
Even if she was not an incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, she was undoubtedly its sole disciple.
Feng Fuce was fully convinced.
Bai Zhi’er had almost inherited all the mana of the Heavenly Dao, belonging to a direct cultivation lineage.
Then, did Bai Zhi’er know his identity?
If she knew and still maintained a close association with him, could it be for exploitation?
Or perhaps... she was completely unaware?
Feng Fuce’s thoughts deepened.
An hour later.
Bai Zhi’er ca out from Mingyang Academy.
She looked up at the overcast sky.
It seed like it was going to snow soon!
Bai Zhi’er rubbed her small hands, exhaling a breath of white frosty air from her rosy lips.
She stood on tiptoes at the gate, looking around.
"Why hasn’t Brother Fu Ce arrived yet?"
This wasn’t like him; he was never late.
Every ti Bai Zhi’er finished her classes, she would see him already waiting outside the academy.
"Little disciple, why aren’t you leaving yet, waiting specifically for your master?"
Mo Yanchi’s cheerful voice ca from behind her.
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