Evening.
Luandu County's Dongfeng Ward bustled with crowds, and the cries of street vendors rose and fell, lingering around Chen Mu's ears.
"What a lively place." His expression was complicated as he strolled through the crowd.
Before he knew it, he had already served as the City God of Qiluo Mountain for nearly three years. Yet because of the Dragon Locking Institute, he rarely came to Luandu County. Even when buying daily necessities, he always came and went in haste, never taking the time to properly look around.
"Once I leave this time, who knows when I'll return to the mortal world." Chen Mu sighed.
He had decided to follow Yuan Xian's plan and infiltrate the Goose Sheep Dao Upper Courtyard.
The Goose Sheep Dao was a typical Daoist sect. Its mountain gate was surely located in some remote mountain range rich in spiritual veins.
Though there would be Qi Refining cultivator markets in the mountains, cultivators were ultimately different from ordinary people. They lacked the warmth and bustle of mortal life.
As he drifted off in thought, a sweet, melodious song reached his ears. Chen Mu looked up and realized that, at some point, he had arrived outside Yicui Tower.
The lanterns had just been lit, and the light was dim and hazy. Looking through the open doors, Chen Mu spotted a plump figure.
Liang Dabao from Flag B2 of the Flying Horse Camp?
The corners of Chen Mu's mouth lifted. "Little Fatty Liang finally got to hear Yicui Tower's music and eat Yicui Tower's food."
This had been Little Fatty's greatest wish. Back at the Flying Horse Camp, Chen Mu had heard him go on about it more than once.
Yet as he looked through the dim light at the graceful figure dancing on the stage in the