Learning that there had been movement on the Desire Corpse's side, Jiang Yan stayed no longer in the stone chamber and merely put away the miscellaneous things scattered around it.
Jiang Yan immediately pushed open the chamber door and headed out with the two beasts.
As he walked, he took out his Message Jade Slip and contacted An Ling.
Fortunately, he did not have to wait long before An Ling answered through the Jade Slip.
"Fellow Daoist An? I've come out of seclusion. What has that old scoundrel, the Desire Corpse, been doing these past few days?"
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. The Desire Corpse hasn't come to town.
"Perhaps you really did guess correctly this time. I'll come over to discuss it with you."
An Ling's voice on the other end held no particular urgency, but Jiang Yan did not quite understand what she meant.
Since she was coming, however, Jiang Yan naturally had no need to go out. He simply brewed tea on the first floor and waited.
An Ling's lodgings in town were not far from his place.
The water had only just boiled when Jiang Yan heard a sound outside.
Opening the door, he saw An Ling dismounting from her Spirit Butterfly.
Jiang Yan raised a hand to usher her inside, and the two sat facing each other.
Holding her teacup, An Ling did not speak. Instead, she looked Jiang Yan up and down curiously.
Under her gaze, Jiang Yan frowned.
Seeing that she remained silent, he could not help prompting her:
"Fellow Daoist An, regarding the Desire Corpse's movements you mentioned earlier, what exactly has he done?"
Only when Jiang Yan frowned did An Ling realize that her gaze seemed somewhat inappropriate, and she smiled apologetically.
Withdrawing her gaze, she finally said:
"Forgive me, fellow Daoist.