This should count as Heavenly Net's test for me.
Wang Jixuan sat quietly before the tea stall, while Yin Lin had already vanished without a trace.
The Daoist had analyzed many things in his heart, and the conclusion could be summed up in one sentence—Heavenly Net had no reason to give him up, and the value of the Core Circuit was still rising.
Heavenly Net was likely deliberately heightening his sense of danger, making him more dependent on the organization.
Having figured this out, he naturally had confidence.
When traveling abroad, one's identity and backing were what one made of them. Daoist Wang would inevitably flaunt Heavenly Net's name later, making Yin Lin feel that he was quite satisfied with his identity as one of the Tianluo Faction.
There were tricks and calculations in all of this.
Wang Jixuan slowly set down his teacup. Several auras advanced at once, and four figures appeared on the rooftops before, behind, left, and right of him, each releasing their pressure.
The female monk from Qingyun Temple did not show herself, instead remaining hidden in the shadows.
The four people who had appeared shared the same aura and should have belonged to the same sect. Recalling what Yin Lin had just said—that the middle-aged nun had gone to find the family managing this Market Town, the guardians of this Giant Tree—their identities were self-evident.
Cultivators of the Shen Family, rulers of the Market Town.
They were led by an old woman at the mid-stage Tribulation Crossing Stage. Even in the True Realm, she would have been a noteworthy figure.
Within this Market Town, she was indeed highly respected. She usually presided over its daily affairs, so the moment she appeared, cultivators from all around turned to look.
The old woman leaned on a serpent-headed