Countermeasures and the Game of Wits

In Lin Yu's speculation, the point in time that the Thousand-Eyed Thousand-Silk Demon Lord had recreated for Willow Town was most likely just before Willow Town was destroyed.

But in the end, that was only a guess.

"Perhaps a true genius would already be able to unravel all the threads here, find decisive evidence, and prove their guess. But faced with this limited information, all I can do is... take a gamble."

Lin Yu stood beside the teahouse and could not help thinking.

Fortunately... this time, he had gambled correctly again.

One by one, the people waiting outside Apricot Grove Medical Hall to have their fortunes told went inside. After half of them had received satisfactory answers, a Daoist in a blue robe appeared at the far end of the street, carrying a Long Banner on his shoulder.

The Long Banner fluttered vigorously, and the two characters "Taiqing," written in what looked like seal script, adorned its blue flag.

The Daoist did not look old, appearing to be in his fifties. He had a circle of moderately short whiskers and somewhat mottled white hair at his temples.

He wore straw sandals, two strings of copper bells hanging from his waist. As he slowly walked over from the end of the street, the clinking of the bells grew louder and closer.

Lin Yu looked at him and quickly confirmed it...

This man was one of the two blue-robed figures in the [Fear Lens].

Even the several Players who had never seen the [Fear Lens] had their suspicions when they saw the blue-robed Daoist, who was clearly no ordinary passing townsman.

"Could this be the Taiqing Patriarch?"

Snowy Owl asked. Lin Yu nodded. "Almost certainly."

"Then let's hurry over and meet him!"

Snowy Owl spoke excitedly, but Gao Shan hesitated. "What if