Shen Xiaozhu's gaze was calm. She extended her right hand and made a brief deduction before instructing Leng Kezhen, "Go take a look. Don't let unrest break out again like last time and spill over into our Southern Cultivation World."
Leng Kezhen immediately rose and answered, "Yes."
Then Qingjiang beside him also stood and cupped her hands toward Shen Xiaozhu. "This little Daoist will go have a look as well."
Shen Xiaozhu nodded casually.
Leng Kezhen, who had been about to leave, paused upon hearing Qingjiang's words. Once Shen Xiaozhu agreed, he cupped his hands to her again before transforming with Qingjiang into a streak of light and flying toward Mozhou Road.
At this moment, the people of Zhonghui City had all gathered in the streets. Every window between the pavilions had been thrown open, all eyes fixed upon the rainbow light at the horizon. When Leng Kezhen and Qingjiang passed over the city, they could clearly hear the clamor below.
They flew to the sky harbor west of the city, boarded a flying vessel covered from end to end in Gold Spirit patterns, and tore across the vast heavens at rending speed. In little more than ten breaths, they arrived above the border between Nanlin Road and Mozhou Road.
A Divine Art rune had already risen here, as though monitoring something. At the place where that Divine Art rune converged stood two Divine Technique Envoys in blue short-sleeved Daoist Robes. They were the presiding keepers of Wang Ping's temples. After five hundred years of development, Wang Ping's divine kingdom had spread his Divine Technique Envoys across every inch of the Taiyan Sect's territory in this starry sky.
Ordinarily, they preached in various places under the identities of temple keepers. Should anything happen, they would immediately construct Divine Art runes