Jiang Yuechu understood.
He was afraid the disaster would be diverted eastward, implicating his homeland.
"So you came back to wipe someone's ass?"
The words were crude, but the logic was sound.
Wu Shisan's mouth twitched. "...Couldn't you speak a little more elegantly, little girl?"
Jiang Yuechu ignored his excuse.
As long as he harbored no designs on Great Tang, he was a friend, not an enemy.
As for blaming this old Daoist for bringing disaster to Great Tang?
She could not do such a thing.
He owed Great Tang nothing in the first place.
The fact that he still remembered it as his homeland, retained some lingering ties of incense and faith in his heart, and was willing to return for a look was already the utmost of loyalty and righteousness.
How could she ask for anything more?
If anyone was to blame, it could only be that Great Tang's fate was riddled with misfortune.
At this critical juncture, it had happened to become the fish caught in a battle between immortals.
Such was the sorrow of the weak.
There had never been any reason to speak of in an undeserved calamity.
But...
It seemed there was not much time left.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her eyes to look at her hands, the helplessness in her heart growing ever heavier.
This vast dynasty, these ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains.
Yet it possessed only one Tower-Ascending Martial Immortal—herself.
There were simply too many things she had to consider.
Great Tang's territory was immense. Demons and monsters ran rampant both within and beyond its borders, while Five Immortals Mountain watched like a tiger eyeing its prey...
And now she had learned that another lineage of inheritance had also set its sights on this place.
What if all these demons, ghosts,