Tu Shan Jun arranged for Tai Jing and Junior Sister to settle in.
The Yan Lord Temple was enormous. Adding two more people was like a drop of water falling into a lake, stirring no ripples.
Of course, this was indeed suspicious.
Even Emperor Tang An and Xuan Nan had not stayed behind, so how could the senior brother and junior sister from Taiyi Sect be allowed to remain?
However, with Zhang Yajiu as a pretext, and Tai Jing putting on a full act afterward—claiming he had shamelessly insisted on staying—they might be able to conceal it for a while and keep the cultivators of the Ancient Immortal Tower from growing suspicious.
Paper could not wrap up fire.
Tu Shan Jun did not think they could hide it for long.
As long as they used the time difference to send Tai Jing and Junior Sister away first, he could deal with the Ancient Immortal Tower and Dao Lord Shangqing without concern.
Shou He cupped his hands. "Old Immortal."
"How is the matter with the blacksmith shop?"
Shou He smiled. "With Prince Hui stepping forward, the voices of doubt vanished without a trace."
Shou He, whose dark face was utterly unremarkable, pondered aloud. "There have been more and more outsiders lately. I saw two at the Zhang family's blacksmith shop as well. The older one was an elegant young man carrying a sword case and leading a little girl. I guessed they were similar to the Buddhist master we met that day. They looked rather amiable."
He had little notion of disciples from such great sects. Although Bu Zanghua had told him some things about the Central Lands, to him, it felt more like another legendary world.
It was impossible to say he did not yearn for it, but after all,