The civil and military officials discussed it for ages without coming up with a solution.
They did not even know where the tremors had originated and had no information whatsoever. What could they do?
Zi Shou figured the immortals must know something.
The Chan Sect's young disciples had all left, Wang Chan was discussing the Dao at Shen Gongbao's residence, and Meng Jiangnü had returned to the Great Wall. Fortunately, everyone from the Interception Sect except Turtle Spirit Holy Mother had stayed in Chaoge and entered government service.
There was Luo Xuan, the stoker in the furnace room, for instance, and Lü Yue, the Palace-Guarding General. With that, Chaoge's three three-eyed men formed a mighty triumvirate.
Truth be told, as long as Lü Yue kept his third eye shut, he really was quite satisfactory.
An indigo-blue face, red hair, protruding fangs, three heads, and six arms-being ugly had its advantages. Station him by the door, and ordinary little ghosts would not dare approach. He could also make Zi Shou look more handsome by comparison.
Other people painted door gods and pasted them at their entrances. He put an actual living person there. That was far classier.
Moreover, Lü Yue truly lived up to his name as a plague god. He had barely entered government service before the earth collapsed. Put him to good use, and he would practically be a humanoid Foolishness Value generator.
Zi Shou first dismissed the officials, then summoned Wen Zhong and the Interception Sect immortals who had remained in Chaoge for a private audience.
"My ministers, I have heard that cultivators can divine the future on their fingers, calculating three steps ahead for every step they take. Have you determined what exactly happened?"
Sure enough, it was about this.
But this matter was a little troublesome.