After praying to the Bodhisattva, the two walked out of the grand hall.
Just as Mu Qingli was about to leave the temple, Fu Lanshen grabbed her sleeve.
"What's the matter?" Mu Qingli looked back, puzzled.
"There's another place we haven't visited," Fu Lanshen continued.
"Where?" Mu Qingli asked, confused.
"Yuelao Hall."
"Yuelao Hall?" Mu Qingli's face was filled with surprise.
She was just an eighteen-year-old Little Fairy who had decided to never marry. Why would she visit Yuelao Hall?
Wasn't Yuelao Hall a place to pray for romantic connections?
"Since we're already here, let's go pray together," Fu Lanshen said as he took Mu Qingli's hand and headed towards Yuelao Hall, leaving her no chance to refuse.
Mu Qingli was completely baffled the entire way to Yuelao Hall.
Fu Lanshen, on the other hand, not only prayed earnestly to the deity but also knelt on the cushion with utmost sincerity to draw a fortune stick.
Mu Qingli was stunned by his actions.