Jiang Yuechu did not linger in the Imperial City.
Since the old Daoist had agreed to watch over her home, she had no more worries on that front.
The Great Tang looked peaceful now, but in truth, it was as precarious as a stack of eggs.
Though Five Immortals Mountain had retreated, there was no guarantee it would not come sweeping back.
Not to mention the Sangshu Lineage, which did not sound like a kindly lot.
Time was pressing.
Jiang Yuechu carried an old man in one hand.
The Red Sun Demon Venerable hunched his neck, letting the wind pour into his mouth and buffet his old face until his skin flapped wildly.
He dared not make a sound and could only muster his demonic energy to offer a little resistance.
But they were moving far too fast... no sooner had his demonic energy gathered than it was blown apart.
He simply resigned himself to enduring it.
He had thought he would enjoy a few peaceful days. Who could have guessed that this scourge would drag him out again almost the moment she returned?
Jiang Yuechu glanced at the Old Flood Dragon in her hand.
Leaving this creature in Chang'an was nothing but a waste of food.
His Mountain-Viewing Realm cultivation would amount to little more than a pop if he faced Five Immortals Mountain or the Sangshu Lineage.
Besides, the old creature was a schemer. Leaving him at home meant assigning someone to watch him.
Better to keep him by her side.
If they encountered some dangerous restriction, he could at least serve as a thick-skinned, tough-fleshed stone to test the road ahead.
Everything should be put to its best use.
With her other hand, she flipped through the booklet the old Daoist had given her.
Beside her.
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