Divine Lord Lingguang, the Dirty Daoist's Identity

In the end, the Dirty Daoist, so furious his liver hurt, did not go seek justice from the Musician.

Qin Yang had originally planned to part ways with that shameless thief, but after casually chatting for a few sentences, he weighed the pros and cons and decided to travel with the fellow for a while longer.

Because of intelligence. This Dirty Daoist was currently his best possible source of information.

His intelligence covered a broad range and dug deep.

For a time, Qin Yang had thought that he had merely stumbled into this incident and suffered bad luck along with the rest.

Even if the Musician had intended to fish, the original plan should only have been to use the Dirty Daoist as bait. Once it was done, the Musician had not bothered with the Dirty Daoist at all and simply left.

There had to be more to the story. At the very least, the Dirty Daoist's identity could not be that simple. This fellow was also exceptionally skilled at hiding his true abilities.

For someone who seemed utterly unreliable to be directly ignored, this fellow definitely was not anything good either.

Unfortunately, he simply knew too much.

Just a few casually tossed-out scraps of information that he apparently considered unimportant had brought Qin Yang plenty of new intelligence.

For example, the background of this era.

The Heavenly Court still existed, but most people did not know where it was. The words "Heavenly Court" seemed to have become a distant legend.

To the present world, it was like the impression people in remote corners had of the imperial palace in an age when information could not spread.

It stood high above all, yet was also far too distant—so distant that the significance of that symbol had long surpassed the significance