As soon as the imperial order was issued, the households of Ye City fell into turmoil. Several parties soon set out, and several streaks of Escape Light rose into the sky and headed south. All the rest made for Qilu Land.
Yet in Qilu Land, around Eastern Peak, all remained a peaceful Image.
The troops had not arrived, nor had the Divine Abilities.
Fields stretched along crisscrossing paths. Chickens and dogs ran about. The sun sank westward, and cooking smoke rose from every home.
Bathed in the last glow of sunset, Chen Cuo, dressed in white and wearing straw sandals, entered a small village.
He looked up toward the distance. The outline of Mount Tai was already visible. Then he drew back his gaze and reached a roadside tea stall. On a sudden impulse, he found a seat.
The stall was small and adjoined a house. Its owners had perhaps taken advantage of the location, setting out a few tables to serve passing travelers.
Before long, a burly, dark-skinned man came over with a teapot and poured him some tea. "Looks like you've got a journey ahead, brother. Why not try one of our flatbreads? It'll give you some strength."
Chen Cuo took two Copper Coins from his robes and set them down. "Shopkeeper, has anything happened in the villages around here lately?"
The man took the coins and sent a young lad to prepare the food. "Nothing major that I've heard of. There was an earthquake not long ago, and quite a few people were hurt. But then an immortal manifested and healed them all. Everyone for miles around was so grateful that they built a temple to honor them."
Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes slightly. "Which Deity? What is their name?" When that finger from Beyond the Mundane