By the time they left the Demon Suppression Division, a whole night had passed, and the sun had risen on the second day.
On their way back, Lu Zheng and Yuan Jing also stopped by the Lu River River God's Residence to inform Zhu Yushan's family of the matter, then returned to Shaotong Mountain together.
"So that was it. As expected, it was still because of the flooding. The wind and rain were about to descend!"
In the rear courtyard of White Cloud Temple, Daoist Priest Mingzhang reclined in the lounge chair Lu Zheng had given him, squinting as he swayed back and forth in the sun. He leisurely took a sip of tea, without the slightest hint of concern.
Yuan Jing blinked. "You aren't worried?"
"What use is worrying?" Daoist Priest Mingzhang casually advised. "The imperial court will certainly have considered matters more thoroughly than you have. Rather than worry needlessly, it would be better to cultivate in peace and await the proper time."
"Yes!" Lu Zheng and Yuan Jing cupped their hands and bowed, accepting the lesson.
After having lunch with Daoist Priest Mingzhang and Yuan Jing, Lu Zheng finally returned to the county town. He first went to Renxin Hall to tell Liu Qingyan about the matter, then returned home and crossed over to the modern world.
"Lu Lang!"
After crossing over, he saw Shen Ying lying on the sofa watching a television drama, while Si Lingxi sat beside her with a book in her hands.
When Si Lingxi saw Lu Zheng cross over, she looked up. Shen Ying also picked up the remote and pressed pause, then looked at Lu Zheng and asked, "Lu Lang, did something happen?"
Logically speaking, Lu Zheng should have brought Liu Qingyan back for dinner last night.
"I helped Liu