After the Daoist Priest and I Practiced in Seclusion

Ling Xuanzi was a Daoist priest respected by all, so how had he become a stinking priest in her eyes?

He truly regretted it. He had never met such a foolish spirit, much less a fox spirit.

But now the little rascal was clinging to him and refusing to let go. What, was she going to follow him everywhere?

“Daoist priest, take me to see all sorts of strange and wonderful things, and I'll be your cauldron.”

Ling Xuanzi was speechless.

A year later, he was eating his words.

A mischievous little fox spirit, and a helpless young Daoist priest