The deeper Tang Changsheng thought, the more certain he became that the Wu Hou State was about to face a Great Calamity—and Suxu City would stand at the heart of the storm.
This was no place to linger. With his current cultivation, getting tangled up in such turmoil would be like an old man drinking arsenic because he was tired of living.
Fortunately, a Yang Spirit master had his back... Whatever else might be said, True Person Lü Yuanhua had personally taught him to use the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. Surely that made him half a disciple of the Primordial Yang Abbey?
Surely they would not use him as cannon fodder!
He made up his mind. A gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall. If matters came to it, he still had one last resort: he could cross back to his own world and hide for a few days!
Of course, that could only be his final choice. Even if it worked, the consequences would haunt him. At the very least, he would offend Lu Yuanzhen, and then he might find it hard to gain a foothold anywhere in the Wu Hou State...
As he weighed his options, Zhang Bancheng hurried over with a crowd of servants and guards. Every one of them stared in astonishment. "Mage, your powers truly are extraordinary! You even defeated the leader of the Primordial Yang Church. Incredible, incredible!"
"The Primordial Yang Church? What's that?" Tang Changsheng asked, his interest suddenly piqued.
"It's a religious order followed on some small island overseas. They say its leader's Dharma Power reaches the heavens. He's one of the East Sea's renowned masters!"
By now, an unmistakable note of awe had entered Zhang Bancheng's voice whenever he spoke to Tang Changsheng...
Before, he had only heard that Tang