When he looked up, he found Yuanjun watching him. Though her eyes were covered, Xu Xing could still feel her gaze.
"I didn't expect you to joke around like that, Daoist Brother," Yuanjun said softly.
"Erm..."
How was he supposed to explain that it was really just a habit left over from his previous life?
"I've seen lots of people on the Spirit Net react this way in situations like this."
"You've adapted pretty quickly, Daoist Brother."
"Nothing special."
Then Xu Xing looked toward the towering silver pagoda in the distance, the tallest and largest building in the area.
Within it were two vast, unfathomable auras, so sublime they seemed to touch the Great Dao itself, carrying a hint of ethereal detachment.
There were thirty-six such towers in this enormous Undersea City, corresponding to the thirty-six members of the Supreme Council of the Righteous Alliance.
The Speaker of the Supreme Council of the Righteous Alliance lived in the very center of the thirty-six towers, in a residence taller than all of them.
Strangely, though, Yuan, as the First Speaker, did not live in one of those towering pagodas.
"Interesting."
Light shifted in Xu Xing's eyes, then quickly went dark again.
The defenses of this city far surpassed those of Clear Autumn City. What he could see of its past was limited. If he wanted to probe further back, he would have to trigger something akin to an alarm.
He could take his time. There was no rush.
As Xu Xing studied the city, Yuanjun beside him watched him.
Daoist Brother really has changed since he emerged from seclusion this time.
In her eyes, Xu Xing had always been a very "busy" person.
Busy giving opportunities to the younger generation, busy changing the world, busy...
In short, he always seemed to