Before Lu Hua and the other left, she gave a final reminder at parting.
"Little Sage Manor west of Bianjing City is the Three Truths' base. If you come to your senses and change your mind, come here. We can keep you safe."
The female Daoist nun was somewhat surprised to hear this. This was currently the Three Truths Lineage's deepest secret, and the information revealed by those words was anything but ordinary.
In Bianjing, where figures like Chancellor Su and the Third Gentleman, World Grandmasters, resided, there was only one possibility for someone to be able to protect Xie Guan.
One of the Ten Sects Under Heaven—the Ancestor of Profound Mystery—had come to Bianjing!
You nodded slightly and saw the two of them out of the small courtyard.
Lu Hua's expression was somewhat hesitant, but she finally spoke. "If I meet with misfortune on this journey, at least the Three Truths Lineage can collect my corpse."
"If you die, who will collect your corpse?"
You smiled. "Alone in this world—wherever I die, that is where I'll be buried."
Lu Hua gave you a deep look, put on her bamboo hat, and left.
You watched the two figures recede into the distance. It was already afternoon, yet the sky grew brighter and brighter, as though the noonday sun had suddenly fallen back into the mortal world.
Parasol Tree had gone with Madam Ruan to the Sima Clan to visit her fourth cousin today. She should have returned in the afternoon.
As you pondered this, you saw Parasol Tree walking over, pulling Madam Ruan along.
But your gaze suddenly sharpened. There was someone else following behind the two women.
He was a middle-aged man in a moon-white scholar's robe. The fabric had been washed until it was faintly pale, yet it