Jiang Yuechu did not stay long in the Imperial City.
Now that the old Daoist had agreed to watch over the house, she no longer had any worries at home.
Great Tang seemed peaceful these days, but in truth it was in a precarious state, like a pile of eggs on the verge of collapse.
Though Five Immortals Mountain had retreated, there was no guarantee it wouldn't return.
And then there was the Sangshu line, which didn't sound like a friendly bunch.
Time was pressing.
Jiang Yuechu carried an old man in one hand.
Red Sun Demon Venerable hunched his neck and let the wind pour into his mouth, buffeting the skin on his old face until it rippled.
He didn't dare make a peep. He could only force up a little demonic qi to fend off the wind.
But they were moving far too fast... His demonic qi had barely gathered before the wind scattered it again.
So he simply resigned himself to it.
He'd thought he'd get a few quiet days, but who could've guessed that this fiend had barely returned before hauling him out again?
Jiang Yuechu glanced at the Old Flood Dragon in her hand.
Keeping the thing in Chang'an would be a pure waste of food.
With his Mountain-Viewing Realm cultivation, he'd be little more than background noise against Five Immortals Mountain or the Sangshu line.
Besides, the old thing was crafty. If she left him at home, she'd have to assign someone to keep an eye on him.
Better to take him along.
If they ran into some dangerous restriction, at least he'd make a thick-skinned stepping stone to test the way.
Make the best use of everything.
With her other hand, she leafed through the booklet the old Daoist had given her.
Beside