Qin He raised his eyes and asked directly, "What's the plan for the next six months?"
Long Qingyun's soul projection grew more solid. Gone was his usual playful tone; all that remained was genuine caution, a way of survival forged through years of struggling in the Divine Court.
"There's no other way."
Long Qingyun's soul voice was grave. "You're wearing Lin Yan's identity now, and you've only just left the Boundary Prison. Li Wuming and his people have their eyes fixed on you. You can't let the slightest flaw show. You're new to the Divine Court. Your connections, current affairs, the rules—you know nothing about any of them. Losing your patience will only send you looking for death."
He paused, then added another sentence, every word striking home. "Do less, say less, listen more, and watch more. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask or touch what you shouldn't touch. Think of yourself as a Realm Patrol Bureau cultivator who's just escaped death and wants nothing more than to recuperate in peace. That's enough. I don't need to teach you where to draw the lines, do I?"
Qin He lightly rubbed his fingertips against his palm. Li Wuming's gloomy face flashed through his mind, followed by Ling Tianfan's strange, unfathomable eyes. He nodded slightly.
He had never been reckless. He had dared to confront the Bone Sage Monarch head-on at White Bone Ridge because he had held the home-ground advantage in the Lower Realm, with no need to worry about the Divine Court's rules.
But this was the heartland of the Divine Court, the center of order across the heavens. Saint Tier experts were everywhere, and the slightest misstep could end in soul annihilation. Lying low and exercising restraint was the safest path for now.
Having thought this through, Qin He