Preparing to Seek a Spirit Imprint at the Martial Temple

The lands of Liangzhou still had the same familiar wind and sand.

Yet for some reason, as Jiang Yuechu sat on horseback and gazed at the grayish-yellow city before her, her heart inexplicably settled a little.

Maybe I've gotten used to it...

With that quiet thought, she led her horse into the city.

Once inside, she did not hurry to the government offices, instead returning to her little courtyard first.

She pushed open the courtyard gate. The water she had stored in the vat long ago had grown somewhat murky, but she could not be bothered to replace it. It would still be usable after boiling, anyway.

She heated water and bathed.

Then she changed into clean, fresh black clothes and loosely tied up her hair.

Jiang Yuechu sat before the mirror, looking at the cool, aloof face reflected within as she silently took stock.

The round trip had taken more than half a month.

Though she had only killed one White Flood Dragon, it had been a Great Demon at perfect Core Formation, after all, granting her over sixteen hundred years of Dao Cultivation.

Besides, she had thoroughly disgusted Baosha Temple in the process. With another seven hundred-plus years of Dao Cultivation on top, it had hardly been a losing proposition.

Once she had tidied herself up, she leisurely left the house and headed toward the commandery offices.

The main hall of Longyou Commandery.

Wei He bent over his desk, holding an official dispatch that had just arrived. His brows were tightly knitted, and his expression was quite a sight.

He seemed shocked, yet also as though he had expected it, before finally settling into a helpless, bitter smile.

"Sir."

That familiar voice came from the doorway.

Wei He raised his head and looked at the girl stepping