Autumn had deepened within Chang'an City.
Ever since the True Lord had manifested her divine presence that day, the atmosphere in the city had changed with each passing day.
The teahouses and taverns that once discussed romance and moonlit trysts now spoke of nothing but the legends of the Black-Robed True Lord.
Especially the True Lord Temple in the eastern district.
It had become one of the liveliest places in all of Chang'an.
At this very moment.
An exceedingly strange scene was unfolding in the square before the True Lord Temple.
Seven or eight figures were seated cross-legged on either side of the temple gates.
All of them wore the brocade uniforms of the Demon Suppression Office, though their clothes clearly had not been changed for quite some time.
They were wrinkled and crumpled, even stained with bird droppings and fallen leaves.
Their faces were gaunt, their eye sockets sunken, their beards unkempt.
If not for the faint rise and fall of their chests, people might have taken them for mummified corpses freshly unearthed.
"Good heavens, they've been sitting there for three days and three nights, haven't they?"
"Exactly. They haven't even had a sip of water. What kind of immortality are they cultivating?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Don't you see those are lords from the Demon Suppression Office?"
The gathered citizens pointed and whispered among themselves.
How could they possibly know?
Following Bai Yulou and the others, these people were another group of geniuses fortunate enough to enter the path of the Golden Body Method.
According to Lu Changfeng's instructions.
Those newly entering this path still had shallow foundations.
They needed to bathe day and night in the place where Incense and Fire Prayer Power was most concentrated—before this Golden Body temple.
Thus cleansing their flesh and comprehending