Jiang Yuechu's expression remained unchanged after she heard him out.
She merely said evenly,
"We'll discuss this once the Lu Clan matter is settled."
"Hm?"
Niu Ben froze.
Though the girl had not said it outright, how could he fail to understand what she meant...?
At that thought,
delight spread across his face. "Thank you, thank you... from now on, this old ox's life is yours! Just point, and I'll strike wherever you tell me, without a word of protest!"
Jiang Yuechu paid no attention to the profuse thanks behind her.
Only the corners of her lips curved ever so slightly.
Spirit Mountain...
Sooner or later, she would have to pay it a visit.
As for rescuing that Demon Emperor of the Great Marsh...
It would merely be something she did along the way.
Besides,
the girl narrowed her eyes slightly, weighing her options.
The Great Tang was besieged on all sides now, unable to find even a single decent ally.
Since the Myriad Demon Marsh was at odds with Spirit Mountain, to the point that even its Demon Emperor had been detained,
there might...
be room to make something of this.
An enemy's enemy might not necessarily be a friend.
But at the very least,
they could sit down and have a proper talk.
The clamor of the inner market faded into the distance.
Farther in stood a vermilion gate.
Eight guards dressed in blue-green robes stood on either side.
Even among these mere guards, the weakest was in the Mountain-Viewing Realm.
The Lu Clan certainly had some substance.
The three had only just approached the steps.
Shing-
Blades slid from their sheaths in perfect unison.
Eight long sabers, half drawn and gleaming coldly, barred their way.
The guard commander at their head swept an expressionless gaze over