There was roughly two hours left until dark. After leaving the Zhao Province government offices, Qi Zhongbin headed straight for the City God Temple.
Even under the present circumstances, the City God Temple had been one of the first places cleaned up, and it still received a fair number of offerings.
Before Qi Zhongbin even entered the temple, he could smell its distinct incense from afar. It was not simply the sandalwood scent of burning incense, but the somewhat similar yet different scent of incense offerings of the divine dao.
As they neared the City God Temple, Chen Han slowed, hesitation appearing on her face. Noticing this, Qi Zhongbin turned to look at her.
"Celestial Master Qi, it would be best if I didn't go over there..."
"Mm, you certainly..."
Before Qi Zhongbin could finish, Hui Mian, who had been quiet for a long time, interrupted him.
"No, you need to go. Let the ghosts and gods of Zhao Province see you and get to know you, or you'll be bound hand and foot even when trying to save people. Are you going to hide every time they patrol? Are you sure you can evade them every time?"
Demon cultivators could often speak with deities such as mountain gods and earth gods, but they were considerably more wary of the ghosts and gods within cities.
"But..."
Hui Mian emerged from Qi Zhongbin's clothes and, imitating Yi Shuyuan's words, spoke meaningfully.
"If you want to attain true fruition, you must face everything yourself. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster, a tribulation or a transgression, depends to a great extent on what lies within your heart. This hurdle is a test!"
After a slight frown, Chen Han still chose to trust Hui Mian. To her, this was an opportunity, both