If You Lay Down Your Arms and Surrender with Courtesy, You May Yet Keep Your Marquisate

Lu Bei took two steps back and glanced at the empty plaque. Only after confirming he was not at Sanqing Peak did he enter the dilapidated Daoist temple.

As he expected, there really was an old tree in the backyard, perfectly suited for placing Tian Mingzi's ash urn beneath.

Other than that, there was also the ancient well standard in every Daoist temple.

Lu Bei checked how deep it was. Unfortunately, he failed to trigger a side quest. It was an entirely ordinary well—there was no peerless Old Devil sealed inside, nor any Empress imprisoned for a thousand years.

He waved his hand and set down the little box, then stamped his foot and stirred up waves of earth. Once Tian Mingzi had been laid to rest, his body slowly rose into the air.

The profound state returned. His divine sense spread out like a vast net. He was just about to try some supernatural abilities, such as the Golden Light of Traversing the Earth or mental teleportation, when he suddenly spotted a surging Killing Intent in the distance. A squad dressed in black was pouring toward Small Thousand Mountain.

Lu Bei was in a hurry and had no interest in getting involved in the grudges of the Zhaoqin martial world. But what difference was there between someone who refused to watch the excitement and a salted fish? He decided to stay, planning to leave after the battle ended.

Before the black-clad men arrived, Small Thousand Mountain had already descended into chaos.

Several white-robed figures rose into the air. The woman at their head focused her gaze on the distance and said grimly, "Those dogs from the Imperial Observatory came so quickly. Junior Disciples, the two of you go set up the formation and hold them back. I'll leave once