Tang Changsheng's heart tightened. He swallowed the offer he had been about to make: to buy the weapons and grain himself.
He had underestimated these True Disciples of the Immortal Sects.
His own origins were strange, and his actions sometimes left plenty of clues. No one had bothered to investigate them thoroughly, but that did not mean his story was seamless.
It was like a spy who had lain hidden for decades before finally being caught. Looking back afterward, people always found countless oddities and countless clues.
At the time, though, their first impressions had often led them astray.
Tang Changsheng had Lu Yuanzhen to thank for that. Lu Yuanzhen's strange case had set a precedent.
So when people looked at Tang Changsheng, they assumed he was like Lu Yuanzhen: blessed with Fortune and talent, proud and unwilling to join the Immortal Sects...
That assumption made them overlook how often he disappeared and how much of his behavior deserved suspicion.
But it did not mean Tang Changsheng could shut his eyes and do whatever he pleased.
I can't explain where such a huge shipment of supplies came from. Better not stir up trouble for nothing.
The most important reason I came back was to attain the Yang Spirit. After that, I need to get that thing... Only then can I see whether there's a chance to notify the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order.
Anything else is just needless trouble...
With that, Tang Changsheng buried the idea of volunteering to buy supplies.
Before long, the group gathered again. None of them looked optimistic.
Tang Changsheng and Gu Changyu were not the only ones who had gone out and found prices soaring. The others had fared little better.
"Senior Brother You, could we ask the palace to send us some support?" Wang Benchu