Jing Jiu was not wearing that white robe, but an ordinary cloth shirt, and he wore a bamboo hat as usual.
The broad Bamboo Hat completely concealed his face, and with his Sword Gang screening him as well, even someone looking up beneath the brim could not make out his features.
The Duke of Lu had recognized him at a glance chiefly because he had been thinking of him day and night, though Jing Jiu's extraordinary bearing was naturally another reason.
Suddenly, Jing Jiu vanished before his eyes. The Duke of Lu started. Have I made myself ill with longing, so that my eyes are playing tricks on me?
He hurriedly dipped his fingers into his tea bowl and rubbed some tea over his eyes. Looking closely again, he discovered that Jing Jiu had already reached the grass several hundred feet away. Stunned, he wondered what Daoist arts the Immortal Master had learned in these three years, to give him such an air of floating away into immortality.
The restoration of Chaoge City was proceeding extremely quickly. The Court of Imperial Sacrifices was naturally among the first sites, and since the guiding principle was to restore the old as it had been, a bamboo grove still stood deep within its grounds.
Deep in the bamboo grove, there was still a long, sloping passage leading underground. Many workmen and officials bustled around it, carrying all sorts of things out from inside.
A living Azure Dragon and his remains were naturally two different things. There was no problem using that enormous, sturdy dragon body as a prison, but many facilities would naturally have to be added inside.
Jing Jiu walked to a secluded corner.
A clump of pale purple wildflowers grew there, swaying gently in the wind.
Jing Jiu reached into the