Eight Hundred Miles, One Achieves the Dao, Even Their Chickens and Dogs Ascend

Just two days later.

Jiang Yuechu had finalized the list of people making the trip with everyone.

Aside from most of those present,

the rest were talented and ambitious people selected from the Demon Suppression Bureau's branches around the country, along with a small number of cultivators from the Cauldron Sect.

As for the emperor... Jiang Yuechu had no intention of taking him along.

After all, he was the Great Tang Emperor, burdened with complicated state affairs. He couldn't just walk away...

Besides, Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds was no safe place.

If she really took so many people there, she wasn't confident she could keep her brother completely safe.

They could talk about it when the time was right...

Of course,

she hadn't neglected to make defensive preparations before leaving.

First, she had fully repaired all nine Golden Bodies left behind in Great Tang.

With the Golden Bodies holding the fort for now, if one or two fools who didn't fear death tried to test Great Tang's strength, she, as the master of the Dao Painting, could use their connection to return at any time and crush them.

Everything was settled.

But now, there was only one last problem.

Jiang Yuechu looked at the people ready to depart in the open square and fell silent.

How was she supposed to get them there?

She'd wondered whether they could travel through the Dao Painting as she had, going straight to Eight Hundred Li Flowing Clouds... But after trying it two days ago, she'd discovered it wouldn't work.

The Dao Painting's wondrous power seemed to work only for her, its master.

As she pondered, an irritating voice sounded from behind her.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! We're just about ready! When are we setting off?"

Old Red Flood Dragon hurried over