The situation in Yao City was as unpredictable as clouds and as treacherous as waves.
Bai Yujun followed the maids about busily, watching coldly as the various factions deceived and schemed against one another. Once the dragon skeleton returned to heaven and earth, whatever plots they had would all be mere illusions.
There was still a Profound Immortal alive within the Sang family's secret realm, armed with a divine weapon.
The remnant soul within the body-seizing stone statue, or the Dragon Clan branch descendant with ulterior motives, might not yet know there was an old immortal beneath the ground. Perhaps they knew and had a countermeasure.
Perhaps other forces were also eyeing the Sang family like tigers eyeing prey, lurking in the shadows and waiting to tear off a piece of flesh.
Let them toss and turn. The bigger the uproar, the better.
Bai Yujun slipped into the Sang family's core territory and got as close to the Back Mountain as possible.
The air on the Back Mountain differed from everywhere else. She could clearly distinguish the damp rocky scent unique to caves.
Moreover, the temperature in one area was lower than the surrounding average.
Her thermal senses also detected the abnormal temperature. Back in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Bai Yujun had crawled through no shortage of rock cracks and earthen caves. She quickly confirmed the location of the underground cavern entrance, skirted the perilous cliff behind the mountain, and beheld a towering, mottled, timeworn divine statue's head. There was only a bluestone head and no body, as though a hill had grown a head. It was roughly seven stories tall, its mouth open in a furious roaring pose.
"This stone statue is ancient and wasn't carved by the Sang family. The entrance to the underground cave is so obvious.