At noon, Jiang Changsheng sighed repeatedly in the courtyard.
Bai Qi asked curiously, "Taoist Master, what are you sighing about?"
Jiang Changsheng shook his head without explaining. He was sighing over the Thief God. There had unexpectedly been no survival reward last night. It seemed the Thief God truly had no intent to kill and had merely wanted to steal something.
He walked beneath the Earth Spirit Tree and began taking pills.
Bai Qi suddenly caught a scent and immediately ran out of the courtyard.
Hua Jian Xin began teaching Jiang Xiu martial arts, while Wang Chen carried a hoe toward the back mountain.
The autumn breeze stirred gently, and fallen leaves fluttered down. Just before they could land on Jiang Changsheng, an invisible force shook them away, scattering them across the ground.
An hour later, Bai Qi returned to Jiang Changsheng's side and said quietly, "The Celestial Master Sect martial artist who once hunted me down has come."
Jiang Changsheng kept his eyes closed and said, "Mm. I already know. Don't alert the enemy."
Though Bai Qi did not understand his intentions, it still chose to obey. After all, he was so powerful that even if it were not merely Lu Chengfeng but the entire Celestial Master Sect coming, they would still fall flat on their faces.
Inside the Imperial Study of the imperial palace.
Jiang Ziyu stared at the sand table on his desk, his brows tightly furrowed.
Great Jing's territory had already expanded, but many dynasties still remained to the east, west, and north. As for the south, it was an endless ocean, one stretching as far as the eye could see. Great Jing had never explored it.
Han Tianji stood beside the sand table and said softly, "Your Majesty, this is a predicament of a