Just as he had expected, after changing his appearance, he followed the two young men delivering incense barrels back to the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
On the way back, the two young men told him the identity of his assumed role, as well as his usual temperament, mannerisms, and duties.
They would provide him cover. When the time came, he only needed to follow them and work.
Zhu Lingyun remained silent throughout, merely nodding absentmindedly.
He sat in a small courtyard of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. He did not activate his Super Sensation, relying only on his cultivation to sense his surroundings.
A mass of clear light was already purifying his soul and aura, so he felt no rejection. Instead, he vaguely felt a sense of belonging.
It was as though he had always belonged here; being within it made him feel utterly safe and tranquil.
He found a stone bench and sat down, bathing in the morning sunlight without circulating his cultivation.
"Creak..." The courtyard gate opened.
The two young men entered lightly, carrying a food box.
"Time to eat..." one of them called.
They set the food box on the stone table in the courtyard and opened it. Inside were six lavish dishes and two soups.
"The food is pretty good today," the other young man praised.
The two discussed the food and chatted about trivial matters—who had slacked off and been caught, what punishment they had received, who had gone astray during cultivation and how badly they had been injured...
Zhu Lingyun remained silent, eating only a few bites.
His intuition sensed no danger, so he could eat without concern, yet he did not eat much.
One young man said cheerfully, "Xiao Zhuang, after we eat, we'll go sweep the altar."
"It's finally our turn to clean the