As he had anticipated, after changing his appearance, he followed two young men delivering fragrant barrels back to the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
On the way back, the two young men told him about his identity, his usual temperament, and his actions, along with the responsibilities he would handle.
They would provide him with cover, and he could just follow them and do the tasks.
Zhu Lingyun remained silent, just nodding absentmindedly.
He sat in the small courtyard of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, not activating his Super Sense, but simply using his Cultivation to sense his surroundings.
A cluster of pure light was already purifying his soul and aura, so he didn't feel any rejection, instead, a subtle sense of belonging.
It was as if he originally belonged here, and felt extremely at ease and peaceful.
He found a stone bench to sit down, bathed in the morning sunlight, without Operating.
"Squeak..." The gate to the small courtyard opened.
