NOVEL NEXT Chapter 36: Please don't take care of the wrong person by mistake!
Jin Yuman pointed at the tower and talked eloquently: "Its original name was the Nail Tower, and it was later renamed the Sentiment Tower because it embodies the sentiment of the Lord of the Xingling who wanted to protect the continent, and also embodies our wish to be blessed by the Lord of the Xingling. Our doing the filth-removing task is also to protect the continent, which is in line with what the old deity wants. Let's go and pay our respects in front of the tower, tell Him that we're going to do the task, and ask Him to take good care of us. He will surely be able to hear us." Lan Zhi: "..." She made up quite a convincing story. It couldn't be said to be exactly the same as the truth, but at least it had nothing to do with it. Lan Zhi looked up at the Sentiment Tower. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Xing Zhi smiling slightly, and subconsciously turned her head to look at him. The sunlight fell from above the Sentiment Tower, softening his facial features and edges. The sunlight shone like flowing gold on his long eyelashes. His deep and clear eyes reflected the Sentiment Tower. When he smiled, the stars in his eyes were bright, as if a gorgeous firework had exploded around the Sentiment Tower and then turned into a shooting star and fell into the tower. For a moment, it seemed that the Sentiment Tower had really been entrusted with beautiful wishes. It was amazing. At this moment, she suddenly felt that it didn't matter what the truth was. After Jin Yuman introduced the Sentiment Tower, she immediately pulled out a bunch of three incense sticks that were taller than a person and thicker than an arm from her sleeve and handed them to Lan Zhi: "Here you are." Lan Zhi was startled: "They're too big!" Jin Yuman was quite experienced in this regard: "Oh, since we're going to pay our respects, we should show our greatest sincerity and burn the thickest incense. Otherwise, there are so many cultivators in the world. How can the Lord of the Xingling notice us?" She stuffed the incense into Lan Zhi's arms and then took out the same incense and handed it to Xing Zhi. Xing Zhi slightly turned sideways, his eyes casually glanced at her, and he didn't take it. Jin Yuman didn't react for a moment. She was stunned and subconsciously looked at Lan Zhi. Lan Zhi quickly said, "He said he doesn't need it." Xing Zhi gave a soft "Hmm" and turned to walk aside. Jin Yuman looked at his back and then at the incense in her hand, and muttered softly: "He's really so aloof. How do you know he said he didn't need it?" Lan Zhi smiled and said, "I can tell from his face." Jin Yuman: "..." Actually, Lan Zhi didn't think Xing Zhi was aloof at all. At most, he just didn't like talking in front of Jin Yuman. Realizing that Xing Zhi didn't want to have anything to do with Jin Yuman, Lan Zhi didn't say much more to Jin Yuman. The two of them went to burn incense together. The incense burner was placed under the memorial archway in front of the main gate of the Sentiment Tower. The main gate of the Sentiment Tower was tightly closed. It was said that it had never been opened, but this obviously didn't dampen the enthusiasm of the cultivators. The large and long incense burner had all kinds of incense sticks inserted in it. Some had already burned out, and some were burning. Several cultivators were holding incense sticks, bowing and chanting something. After they finished bowing and left, Jin Yuman immediately rushed over to seize the central position, lit the incense, bowed and chanted: "Respected Lord of the Xingling, please be sure to take care of me so that I can complete the filth-removing task safely and smoothly, don't let me get lost, don't let me encounter high-level filthy beasts, don't let me get injured, don't let me get poisoned, don't... Also, please bless my father to discover more spiritual ore veins...; bless my mother to stay youthful forever and not have wrinkles...; I'll burn the thickest incense for you every year from now on! Oh, by the way, I'm Jin Yuman, the Jin Yuman whose family is prosperous, eighteen years old this year. My father is Jin Yintang, and my mother is Qian Baozhu. My family lives on Yongle Street, Pingcheng, Qingzhou. Please don't take care of the wrong person by mistake!" Lan Zhi smiled. Lan Zhi would casually say a prayer or two when she was free, but it was the first time for her to burn incense and pray seriously. Standing in front of the incense burner and looking at the curling incense smoke, for no reason, she remembered the scene when she was caught by the Xingling Scroll when she jumped off the cliff on the trial platform.