Pick a Place

It was only natural that Grand Astrologer Sima did not recognize the person whose Yang Corporeal Soul it was, because that person was not a member of the court at all.

Dou Ying had searched for the immortal he had partnered with for a long time, but had never once succeeded.

Meanwhile, a demonic disturbance had recently broken out in Chang'an City.

And of course, there was the matter of the Yang Mausoleum.

Now there was turmoil in the imperial palace.

As chancellor, Dou Ying could intervene and manage every one of these affairs, yet every one of them was difficult for him to intervene in.

He had failed to find the demon he was trying to apprehend. At the Yang Mausoleum, the grand empress dowager had been pulling the strings behind the scenes and had pushed the new emperor to the forefront.

As for the turmoil in the palace, it had caught Dou Ying even more off guard.

For now, he could only use his Yang Corporeal Soul to take a look. By the time his physical body actually got there, the people involved would have finished what they came to do.

Of course, if the new emperor considered him a die-hard supporter of the grand empress dowager, he might even kill the chancellor along the way.

Dou Ying had a splitting headache, and he had no ability to solve the problem either.

Grand Astrologer Sima's incessant chatter grated on his nerves, but when the astrologer's Heaven-Seeing Earth-Hearing Technique spotted an unfamiliar great cultivator high in the sky, Dou Ying immediately felt a trace of familiarity.

After ruling out the court's high officials and the experts from the various schools who did not even dare enter Chang'an City, there were very few unaffiliated great cultivators left.

Dou Ying felt