"Are you truly confident?"
Lu Rushuang still could not help asking for confirmation.
"Yes. I'll take Miss Dongfang to Cloud-Hidden Temple. Abbot Faxian there has a way to lift her curse."
To put Lu Rushuang at ease, Xu Taiping told a lie he had already told Su Qingtan and her daughter.
"Then I'll go with you."
Lu Rushuang suddenly made her request.
"Little Martial Aunt, you must have heard of the Seven Tribulations Curse. The more people help face the tribulations, the more dangerous and unpredictable the curse becomes."
Xu Taiping shook his head.
"Taiping, why must you help the Dongfang Household when you know how dangerous it is? Is it truly just for the reward?"
Lu Rushuang's face suddenly filled with questions.
"Little Martial Aunt, if one day our Qingxuan found itself isolated and helpless like the Dongfang Household, you would surely hope someone would step forward to lend us a hand, wouldn't you?"
Xu Taiping looked at Lu Rushuang earnestly as he asked.
His words sent a tremor through Lu Rushuang's heart, and for a moment, she did not know how to answer.
"I put myself in their shoes. Since I can help today, and I have a reason to help, naturally, I cannot back down."
"Otherwise, this world would be far too heartless."
With that, Xu Taiping turned and left, saber in hand.
The Imperial Capital.
Outside the Calamity-Cloud Inn.
The inn's attendants roughly tossed all the Dongfang Household's luggage onto the street.
"Qi Household Ancestor, kicking us while we're down like this-do you truly hold our Dongfang Household in such contempt?"
Her face livid with anger, Su Qingtan glared at an old man in dark robes standing at the inn's entrance.
"Daoist Su, please stop making things difficult for our Qi Household. Surely you know