A faint light flickered between Ren Qing's brows as he sent a mental message instructing Mouse True Person to find Pang Tianlan.
He also told him to keep an eye out for the whereabouts of the remaining Pang Su corpses.
In his eyes, this woman was a genuine hidden danger. She nearly shook this humble Daoist's Dao heart. If possible, she must be dealt with as soon as possible.
Though worldly lust would never sway this humble Daoist, the mere thought sends chills down my spine.
"Come in."
With a slight stir of Ren Qing's thoughts, the main hall's doors swung outward.
The Seven Immortals of the Temple filed in, looking somewhat uneasy. "Immortal Master, we..."
They had barely begun when the words caught in their throats. All seven froze before Ren Qing, profound terror gradually surfacing on their faces.
Ren Qing looked no different from usual, still sitting cross-legged with a smile. The backlash from the five horizontal deaths had even left him so frail that a gust of wind seemed enough to knock him over.
Yet the seven immortals could clearly sense the killing intent seeping from the Immortal Master's expression.
The slightest misstep would leave them dead, their Dao extinguished.
Ren Qing took a deep breath, let his smile fade, and asked, "What is it?" Only then did the Seven Immortals of the Temple breathe easier. They exchanged glances. "Immortal Master, we believe the Primordial Beginning Temple can slow its expansion for now."
"The Fortune-Life Martial Hall, however, is rather cramped, and the six shops in the Market Ward have long since become insufficient. We were wondering whether some vacant side halls could be used for the martial hall and the Market Ward to relieve this burning urgency."
Ren Qing looked toward the martial hall, and a