At those words.
Jiang Yuechu froze for a moment.
"There are Buddhist Sects elsewhere in the Eastern Region too?"
"Of course there are."
Wang Ziyu resumed walking, a touch of wistfulness entering his voice.
"The Eastern Region is vast and rich in resources. Its territory stretches far beyond anything you or I can imagine."
"There is a faction called the Great Treasure Temple. Its abbot has long since cultivated the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, rendering him impervious to all arts. Even orthodox cultivators at the peak of the tower-climbing realm dare not lightly make an enemy of him."
Jiang Yuechu silently committed the name to memory.
If the Great Tang truly embarked on the Incense-and-Fire Path in the future... perhaps she would visit the place for a thorough exchange.
Seeing her calm expression, Wang Ziyu had no idea what this harbinger of calamity was plotting now.
He could only continue, "Actually, it isn't just the Incense-and-Fire Path."
"Besides orthodox cultivators like us, there are plenty of other unorthodox traditions. It's only because your lands are so isolated that you find them unusual."
Jiang Yuechu did not argue.
Looking at the sky from the bottom of a well did indeed narrow one's horizons.
Still.
This also stirred some curiosity in her about this so-called Eastern Region.
Of course.
If she could reap some unexpected gains along the way.
That would surely taste all the sweeter.
"We've strayed from the subject."
Wang Ziyu abruptly came to his senses. Watching the vicious gleam gradually brighten in the girl's eyes, he felt a chill crawl up his spine.
He could not shake the feeling that this woman was thinking of something bad.
"There is another crucial point. When mortals worship a god, they must know whom they are worshipping. The Buddhist Sect cultivates incense-fire power