Chang Xiaoyue looked at the Vice Minister of Rites named Yang Dong before her. Though there was a trace of true qi in his body, it was so faint as to be almost negligible.
Faced with Chang Xiaoyue's scrutiny, Yang Dong remained perfectly composed, as though the person before him were merely an ordinary woman rather than the White Lady whom the border town had praised to the heavens.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Chang Xiaoyue asked, looking at the mortal before her with interest.
"The Master did not speak of strange powers, disorder, or spirits. White Lady, you are likely no more than a cultivator with the abilities of an Immortal. That hardly calls for fear!" Yang Dong smiled faintly and gestured for her to proceed.
Yang Dong's composure stirred a trace of unease in Chang Xiaoyue's heart, and that unease stemmed largely from the calm of the man before her.
If a mere official in the Imperial City could possess such bearing, Great Zhou truly was unfathomable.
Yang Dong walked ahead, introducing Great Zhou's Imperial City to Chang Xiaoyue, while she followed behind and listened with half an ear.
As she listened, Chang Xiaoyue grew even more interested in Yang Dong.
It would have been one thing if he had simply been introducing the capital to her, but this official could even reel off details about the city's defenses, guard rotations, and troop deployments, as though there were nothing in this imperial capital he did not know!
"You know this city very well?" Chang Xiaoyue asked abruptly.
Yang Dong paused, then turned his head and said with a smile, "Loyal service to one's sovereign is the foundation of a minister's duty. Naturally, I must attend to every aspect!"
"Then why is there no one here besides you?" Chang