"It looks like Yan Yishu intends to protect him."
The hall.
The girl from Fengyin Mountain sat upright in a broad chair. Seated opposite her was a gloomy old man—none other than the City God from Mingzhou Prefecture!
However.
His aura was somewhat strange, and his face had an oddly unreal quality to it.
At first glance, it was not noticeable.
But the longer one looked, the more fake it seemed.
As though he were wearing a mask.
"You refused to come in person, yet you still want to cause trouble. So you're planning to make me your vanguard, are you?" The girl lifted her tea and took a sip, speaking leisurely. She was completely different from the furious state she had been in on the street earlier.
"I'll fall out with him sooner or later."
"My true body will come sooner or later as well. It's just that the time isn't right yet."
"When the need arises."
"I'll naturally come."
The old man said indifferently, "Great Grandmother tested him the day before yesterday. Did you discover his background?"
"I did."
The girl set down her teacup.
She said leisurely, "The Thunder Art this man uses is no weaker than ours, and his personality is somewhat arrogant. He is indeed likely to be from that sect, but I don't know whether he is a remnant who wandered out from somewhere or a disciple traveling abroad."
"What a joke."
"How could there be traveling disciples in this era?"
The old man spoke coldly.
"Those people from the Prajna Mantra Sect remained in their homeland back then, while that sect fled quickly. But the faster they fled, the more people were scattered. This man must be a remnant who came from some Small World."
"Yan Yishu made a mistake if he thinks