The monk left the Daoist temple. A blast of cold wind jolted him awake, and a middle-aged monk came forward to help him into the cart. The monk let out a wistful sigh, climbed aboard, and said, "To the Crown Grandson's Residence."
With a shout from the middle-aged monk, the ox cart started moving. It followed the official road into the city, then proceeded through the wards. Only then did the monk realize that his back was soaked through with sweat, and he shuddered inwardly.
"Just a speck and a half of divine golden light, yet the killing intent turned several times, making my heart quake."
"It seems those perceptive people of the Daoist Sect will not be easy to fool."
"Liu Zhan alone is not enough to fear, but before the Daoist Sect reaches a consensus, I must find support and weather this greatest crisis."
"Otherwise, the destruction of Brahma lies right before my eyes."
Those with power and those without it thought in entirely different ways. Faced with a new competitor, the powerful Daoist Sect's first reaction would probably be to leave a hundred thousand corpses strewn across the land.
Before he had finished pondering, they had arrived at Wanglu Ward, where the Crown Grandson's Residence stood.
There was no need even to ask where the Crown Grandson's Residence was. From some distance away, he could see clouds gathering over an estate in the distance, noble beyond words. This had to be the Crown Grandson's Residence.
The ox cart jolted to a stop. The monk stepped down and walked toward the residence. When he reached the gate, it was open because it was daytime, with guards standing watch. Unafraid, he went straight up, pressed his palms together, and said, "This poor monk is Wenru, from An Prefecture Temple.