Wang Yue's calculations based on past lives were very accurate, so he simply told Pian Ran a few embarrassing stories from her childhood and let her decide whether they were true.
"When you were three, you were so greedy that you ate the Black Bear Spirit's honey and nearly got caught!"
"When you were four, you looked at some picture books..."
At that, Pian Ran's face turned bright red. She hurriedly said,
"Stop, stop! Monk, stop! I believe you, all right? Can you tell me where Jiang Rao's grave is?"
Wang Yue immediately said no more. Instead, he smiled and shook his head. "This humble monk doesn't have that person's birth date and hour, so of course I can't divine it. But we can look around. Maybe we'll come across it."
Seeing that Wang Yue truly didn't know, Pian Ran felt deeply saddened, but she still thanked him. "Thank you. I didn't expect you to be such a decent monk. I'll let you off the hook."
Wang Yue rolled his eyes at Pian Ran, but didn't bother arguing with the little fox. He simply went back to chanting his scriptures.
As for leaving, they would have to take care of things in the Capital City first. Otherwise, there would be plenty of trouble.
Less than an hour later, several thousand elite soldiers arrived at the foot of the mountain and stood there in silence.
In a sheltered spot nearby, Sheng King had brought people to set up a tent. He was waiting for the generals to mobilize their troops, planning to use their numerical advantage to capture Wang Yue.
As more and more troops arrived, by daybreak there were tens of thousands of soldiers at the foot of the mountain.
Sheng King hadn't expected it to take so long