The moment his words fell.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Gao Wen's voice cut off abruptly as he stared ahead in astonishment.
There, in his line of sight, Jiang Yuechu stood at the doorway, her expression restored to its usual blankness as she gazed coolly at the two outside.
"..."
The air fell into a brief, deathly silence.
"Uh... Fellow Daoist Jiang."
Qiu Yinong hurried forward. After cupping her hands in greeting, she asked softly, "Has the matter been resolved?"
"For the time being, it's fine."
Jiang Yuechu shook her head slightly. She did not know whether another situation like Bujie's might arise within Great Tang.
But from the moment she entered Myriad-Forms Heaven, the few Demon sculptures she had left behind in Chang'an should be enough to hold out against any disturbances in Great Tang until she returned.
She gathered her thoughts and raised her eyes toward the two. "What do we do next?"
In less than half a day.
When the three of them stepped onto the prefectural city's streets again, there were at least thirty percent more passing cultivators and Demons than before.
Walking through the crowd, the three deliberately suppressed their auras, appearing no different from ordinary Rogue Cultivators.
Very soon.
Jiang Yuechu casually chose a teahouse that seemed to be the liveliest and stepped inside.
The three found a secluded corner and sat down.
Qiu Yinong ordered a pot of clear tea, quietly pricking up her ears.
The discussions around them instantly surged in like a tide.
"Tell me, what kind of madness has the Buddhist Sect caught this time? They insist on moving the Gratitude Assembly forward, and it's about to clash with the Heavenly Court's Peach Banquet... Aren't they afraid of provoking the Heavenly Court's displeasure?"
A horse-faced Rogue Cultivator took