High above the Jiang Residence, in the void.
Clouds and mist surged, Dao rhythms hidden within.
Two figures concealed themselves between heaven and earth, invisible to the outside world. Their auras were perfectly restrained, without a single leak.
Qing Shuzi sat cross-legged in the air, seemingly fused with the surrounding heaven and earth. No external matter or event could stir him in the slightest.
Dong Daozi's expression remained calm, but his brow furrowed.
"Junior Brother, is this truly necessary? Secret surveillance and vigilance as well? Even if... that young woman has something unusual about her, she is already past thirty. By our Daoist Sect's standards, her foundation has yet to opened; she is fated to have no connection with the immortal path in this life! The threat she poses to our sect is extremely limited."
Qing Shuzi smiled faintly. "Senior Brother, this humble Daoist sincerely hopes the Daoist Sect's century-long plan will succeed. Before it truly does, we cannot give the Agricultural Path even the slightest chance—any possibility of surpassing our Daoist Sect."
"Junior Brother is truly overthinking it. What sign is there that this Agricultural Path can continue rising? The tiny gate to the Third Realm has trapped them for so long, yet no one has broken through! The appearance of that young woman changes nothing!"
"It is not only that young woman." Qing Shuzi's gaze deepened, as though he had sensed something. "Jiang Tu's series of reactions just now also left this humble Daoist inexplicably uneasy. I keep feeling that he seems to know something..."
"Jiang Tu?"
Dong Daozi recalled the farmer's words and behavior during the banquet. Attentive, fearful, honest and simple—no matter how he looked at him, he was merely an ordinary peasant. He truly did not believe that a mere farmer had the ability to