Li Qingyun knew that his arrival would certainly be sensed by Saint Venerable Limò at the very first moment.
At this time, he arrived without entering the prefectural temple, and did not go to pay his respects to the saint venerable first, which would definitely cause him to "lose points," but he did not care at all.
He sat on the upper floor of the teahouse, leisurely tasting tea, just like someone on a sightseeing trip to relax, completely acting as if he had forgotten he was here for a "work report."
Later on, he simply let his divine sense hang high in the air, carefully observing the inside and outside of Langtian City.
"This is the center of the holy land in the Central Plains, with countless ancient clans and prestigious families whose heritage runs deep. A general glance reveals nearly a hundred Ancestral Return realms, which can be called astonishing! Six to seventy percent of the strongest ancient clans in the entire Langtian Continent are gathered in Langtian City!"
"Also, there are about eight Sixth Fruit Dao Lords, among whom the auras of three are quite easy to recognize—they should be the three domain lords of the South Sea, Ximo, and North Desert, and they have all arrived, though only that North Desert Domain Lord has entered the prefectural temple for now!"
"As for the other five, aside from the disaster-attendant deity Zhaojue, whom I've crossed hands with, three others should be prefectural temple attendant deities, carrying the might of the prefectural temple's Dao authority. Yet this last person used a secret technique to seal off most of his fruit-position auras, leaving them obscure and unclear. That person is suspicious!"
"The prefectural temple is loose on the outside but tight on the inside, heavily guarded. In this poor