"Yes, that would be foolproof."
In order to go to the Moon Palace, Li Changshou had gone through a lot of trouble. He looked at the "little" arrangement on his table, held the jade bowl, and drank a mouthful of the ice-cold Little Qiong Peak's special drinks. He nodded in satisfaction.
Ling'e's culinary skills had indeed started to deviate. She focused on tea and snacks.
What was there to be afraid of?
He had experienced all kinds of storms. How could he lose in front of 300 people?
With a sweep of his sleeve, the item in front of him disappeared. It was sent to the Heavenly Courts by a paper effigy.
Not long after, in the Water God Residence.
When the "Dharma artifacts" were in place, Li Changshou tidied his wide robe in front of the mirror and combed his Dao headband, making his white hair shiny and smooth.
