Quite a few people were rather envious of Xianglin's Wife at this moment.
After all, although their statuses were noble, an opportunity like this—forming such deep ties with the Wuliang Taoist Temple—was something one could only encounter by chance, never seek.
Amid such remarks, Xianglin's Wife slowly departed.
At this moment, in a corner of the Wuliang Taoist Temple, Wuliang Daoist had been cultivating when he slowly opened his eyes.
A faint sorrow colored his expression. "Layman Qin's people came so quickly.
"This person indeed carries Layman Qin's aura of the Great Emperor Realm, as well as the Source of Chaos.
"It seems Daughter Country is also headed for trouble.
"Unfortunately, this matter has had little to do with this Daoist from beginning to end. This Daoist is merely staying temporarily in Daughter Country. The fees that should have been paid have all been paid in full."
Wuliang Daoist muttered these words to himself, then soon closed his eyes once more.
Just as he had said, Daughter Country's affairs truly had little to do with him.
Otherwise,
he would not have kept doing business with the Fetus-Dropping Spring.
From the bottom of his heart,
he had never had much interest in Daughter Country's affairs. He even harbored a measure of disgust toward them.
Soon, Xianglin's Wife left the Wuliang Taoist Temple.
Ou Qingmiao, meanwhile, activated the signal from before and quickly found Qin Jiuge.
"Tell me, what does my little disciple want from her master?"
Qin Jiuge waggled his eyebrows, a faint smile on his face.
This was Qin Jiuge's first disciple, Ou Qingmiao, so he was unfamiliar with many things. In the way he treated her, there was not much difference from how he treated his own younger sister.
Ou Qingmiao wrinkled her little nose. Her pair of limpid