Hearing this,
Jiang Yuechu's hand paused slightly as she picked up a dish.
Her mind suddenly cleared.
No wonder.
Back in the Spirit Mountain region, the system had abruptly and inexplicably notified her that she had gained a huge amount of Dao Cultivation.
She had wondered then—she clearly had not lifted a finger, so where had this windfall fallen from?
So it had been the Golden Body avatar left behind in Chang'an that triggered its defensive mechanism and casually cut down a Demon Emperor who had come to offer up his head.
This Golden Body was indeed excellent for guarding the house.
"Dead is dead." Jiang Yuechu took a mouthful of rice, her tone as flat as ever.
Watching his little sister remain so calm and unruffled, the emperor's pride nearly overflowed from his heart.
This family banquet went on for quite a while.
For the most part, the emperor chattered about trivial matters while Jiang Yuechu listened quietly, occasionally nodding in response.
Only when the sun was sinking in the west and the sky gradually darkened
did Jiang Yuechu find an excuse to extricate herself from her imperial brother's concern.
Leaving the imperial palace,
Jiang Yuechu summoned Zhou Xuan.
She tossed him several large storage artifacts filled with Formless Mountain's resources.
After instructing him to inventory and register everything, she headed alone into Chang'an's night.
Ever since Wu Shisan and his disciple had arrived in Chang'an, their conduct had been rather strange.
The Great Tang Imperial House had originally intended to grant them a luxurious residence in the inner city as quarters for its Attendant True Person.
Yet Wu Shisan had flatly refused.
The old Daoist had taken his young disciple and mingled among the markets of Chang'an's outer city.
Moreover, they never stayed in one place for