The Tabby Cat

When Tang Changsheng registered a new account and logged in, he discovered that someone had actually completed the mission! Completed it?

Tang Changsheng stared, dumbfounded, then slapped his forehead. Had he been an idiot?

Gathering information did not always require someone to come knocking in person...

The General's Temple had been an established power in the Lower River region for centuries. Finding out the broad strokes of its situation could hardly be difficult!

He had trapped himself in his own way of thinking.

If it had been him, his skill would have given him the nerve to head straight up the mountain, make contact in person, and get firsthand information.

But other people did not have to do the same!

Once he understood that, Tang Changsheng smiled. He stopped waiting around, told Da Xiang and the other man to guard the entrance, announced that he was going into seclusion, and crossed over.

The "Immortal Realm" was unchanged. He appeared in a thatched hut on a desolate mountain. He had not been here for some time.

The hut had somehow acquired a large hole. Perhaps a wild boar or some other large animal had smashed through it.

Tang Changsheng gave a rueful smile. This place was terribly inconvenient, whether for cultivation or for living.

Perhaps it was time to consider the suggestion that Ghost Messenger had made last time? Only by claiming a cultivation ground could he practice in peace!

He sighed softly. By now, Tang Changsheng was quite familiar with Fuyang Mountain and the area around Suxu City.

He had even disguised himself and entered Suxu City once. Primordial Yang Abbey was long since history. Even its grounds had been bestowed by the new Marquis Wu upon his father-in-law as a residence.

The marquis was fiercely hostile to Daoists: any