"Something has happened!"
Zhou Xuan was only one step away from becoming a Demon King. Though that single step was a distance most Great Demons could never cross in their entire lives, it also proved that Zhou Xuan could now sense certain crises before they occurred, unlike ordinary members of the Demon Race.
The moment it realized it might have been watched, Zhou Xuan suddenly woke from its earlier delight. Its expression did not change; it still wore a pleasant smile as it beckoned over the ox cart and calmly climbed aboard. "To Clear Garden Temple!"
"Sit tight, sir." Hearing Zhou Xuan's order, the driver did not dare delay. He snapped the reins and shouted at the ox as the cart rolled away.
Not far away, Shi Mingda had been pretending to browse the goods before a night stall. His heart had been heavy with worries, and he was still thinking about what had happened earlier. Yet the instant Zhou Xuan boarded the ox cart, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded beside Shi Mingda's ears, startling him.
"Second Uncle!" Seeing his second uncle about to enter the restaurant, Shi Mingda called out to stop him.
Second Uncle Shi frowned. "What is it?"
Shi Mingda hurriedly leaned close to his ear and whispered urgently, "I know that person. He lives at Clear Garden Temple. And when I went to the restaurant earlier, I heard that Clear Garden Temple is refining pills!"
"There must be something strange about this. He is no insignificant person."
The moment those words left his mouth, Shi Mingda himself was stunned.
What is wrong with me? It is true that I heard someone mention Clear Garden Temple refining pills, but I have no idea whether that person lives there. Why am I spouting such nonsense?