"Only after a person's death can a temple be built and a god enshrined. Building a temple for a living person will surely bring disaster."
Jin Canrong revealed a trace of coldness, "Therefore, I need someone to shield me from disaster, and that person must be a close relative.
Once we get married, we will be close relatives."
"So, my family and relatives have all become people you must kill?" Luo Xiaoxiao questioned Jin Canrong.
"That's right, it is like that," Jin Canrong answered bluntly.
There was nothing to hide anyway.
His identity as a so-called good person was essentially just to make those people offer incense and candles to the temple he built for himself.
"As for those seeking revenge on me? Forget it. I am already on the Immortal Path now, who can kill me?" Jin Canrong wasn't being arrogantly conceited.
He really did have that capability.
Jin Canrong slowly raised his hand, and a grayish-white color emerged.
This was Incense and Candle Qi.
