Jiang Yuechu watched this scene, her mind racing with thoughts.
Having come to this world, she had no interest in things like previous dynasties.
It was the first time she had heard the name of the Great Han... however.
Since he had already left during the time of the Great Han.
Then why did this old Daoist return this time?
Surely he didn't come back to visit relatives?
Moreover, he didn't come earlier or later, but appeared right after Five Immortals Mountain had retreated.
Jiang Yuechu was not intimidated by the old Daoist's words.
Her Primordial Spirit hovered in the air, looking down from above.
"Since you are a Senior expert, what business do you have coming to Chang'an?"
Her voice was cold, neither humble nor arrogant.
It even faintly carried the intention of seeing the guest out.
The old Daoist was not annoyed, merely shaking his head to himself: "Young people nowadays certainly have quite a temper."
"I have no interest in your Li family's world; I simply came here to see my homeland and fulfill a longing in my heart..."
"When one gets old, one always becomes a bit nostalgic."
"After traveling the road for thousands of years, looking back, I still feel that the soil of this region feels the steadiest underfoot."
These words.
Were spoken with full posturing.
Hearing this, everyone's expressions became strange.
Although the other party claimed it was for nostalgia... combined with the old Daoist's expression, everyone somehow heard the underlying meaning of someone who, after achieving success and fame, insisted on returning to this remote backwater to show off.
"Alright."
The old Daoist waved his hand: "You shouldn't just stand there like a pole; it's quite dazzling."
"Though Primordial Spirit Leaving the Body is pleasant... I see you have not long since reached Tower Ascension. Staying out of your body for too long will eventually have an effect... You can go in peace; what harm is there if I watch over things for you for a few days?"
Jiang Yuechu did not respond.
In this world, good people don't live long, while scourges last for a thousand years.
That she, Jiang Yuechu, could live until today was not due to some kind heart that easily trusted others.
This old Daoist's origin was unknown, and his methods were unpredictable.
Five hungry wolves had just left, and who knew if the one who followed was someone with ulterior motives.
If she left and the old Daoist refined Chang'an City right after.
When that time came, she wouldn't even have a place to cry.
As if seeing through the young girl's thoughts.
The old Daoist sneered: "Little girl, you certainly have a lot on your mind."
"Since you have reached Tower Ascension, you should know the rules of the various Dao Lineage lineages."
"I am a follower of the Taibai Tai'a Lineage."
"The Tai'a Lineage is one of the Twenty-Five Orthodox Lineages and follows the heavenly Righteous Path. Although we usually don't interfere in these mundane matters, we wouldn't be so lowly as to bully a group of helpless mortals."
"Do you understand?"
"..."
Jiang Yuechu rolled her eyes mentally.
I understand my ass!
Who the hell knows what that is.
But... the other party was right about one thing.
Her Physical Body was far away in the Northern Lands, and her Primordial Spirit had been out for so long that she was starting to feel discomfort... if she delayed any longer, she didn't know what problems might arise.
Moreover.
The other party didn't know that she relied on the System to reach Tower Ascension.
Since he dared to say such things, there must be some level of credibility... Having thought this through.
Jiang Yuechu's expression softened slightly.
"Since you are from a famous righteous sect, I assume you won't trick a Junior like me."
"Then, I shall trouble you."
She did not say many words of thanks.
This request was an acceptance of the favor.
There would be a return in the future.
The old Daoist waved his hand lazily, not caring.
Jiang Yuechu turned her head, her gaze sweeping over everyone on the city wall.
"Wait here for my return."
Before her voice could fall.
The gold and blue light no longer lingered, turning into a streak of light that tore through the sky, heading straight toward the northern horizon.
In the blink of an eye.
The lingering prestige of the Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals vanished without a trace along with that receding light.
The Li Clan High Ancestor straightened his body, but he didn't dare relax in the slightest.
Were Jiang Yuechu's thoughts not also his own?
But given the current situation... no matter what, he had to keep the man steady. As long as he didn't cause a scene in Chang'an, it would be a blessing.
"Daoist... returning to your homeland must be fate."
"Although Chang'an has suffered a great disaster, there is still some aged fine wine in the imperial city. If you don't mind, why not move to the palace so this Junior can show a bit of hospitality?"
The Emperor behind him was also very observant and quickly followed with a bow: "Indeed, indeed."
"I... this Junior will have people arrange it immediately; we certainly won't disappoint you, Daoist."
Hearing this.
The old Daoist suddenly turned his head, and the lazy smile on his lips vanished at some point, replaced by a sinister laugh: "Jie jie jie jie jie jie..."
"If she were here, this Poor Daoist would have to hold back a bit and find it hard to strike."
"Now that she's gone..."
As soon as these words were spoken.
The crowd, which had just caught its breath, instantly felt their hairs stand on end.
The smile on the Li Clan High Ancestor's face froze.
Zhao Zhongliu had just picked up the iron mace in his hand, and his arm suddenly tightened.
You Wujiang even drew his sword directly.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!
As expected!
This old thing had no good intentions!
What Tai'a Lineage, what heavenly Righteous Path.
It was all nonsense to trick them!
This was clearly luring the tiger away from the mountain, getting rid of Jiang Yuechu so he could strike at Chang'an!
The Li Clan High Ancestor cursed inwardly.
Fending off a tiger at the front door only to have a wolf enter through the back.
Why was the fate of this Great Tang so bitter?
Although his heart was filled with a mix of shock and fear, things had come to this, so where was the path of retreat?
The High Ancestor took a deep breath; though he knew he was no match, he could only fight to the death.
Just as everyone was prepared for a major enemy and the atmosphere was tense.
"Pfft—"
The sinister look on the old Daoist's face instantly vanished. He rolled his eyes and looked at everyone with a face full of disdain: "Alright, alright, look at how pathetic you are; I was just kidding with you."
"..."
Ah?
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Kidding... just kidding with us?
Is this the kind of thing you can joke about?!
Zhao Zhongliu was so angry his beard was trembling. If he weren't unable to win, he would have swung the iron mace in his hand at this old rogue's forehead.
The Li Clan High Ancestor felt a tightness in his chest, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
Who could handle such emotional ups and downs?
The old Daoist ignored everyone's expressions, lazily stretched, and let out a yawn.
Paying no mind to the colorful looks on their faces, he grabbed the boy and walked past everyone in a swaggering manner.
"Let's go, let's go. Since we've arrived at this Dynasty's capital, how can we not visit the Goulan?"
The boy asked in confusion: "Master, didn't you say you were a decent person? What decent person goes to a Goulan?"
"This is called Tempering the Heart in the Mortal World... what do you know, you little brat."
The voices of the old and young gradually faded away.
Leaving behind a group of people on the city wall, left bewildered in the wind.
Until their figures were no longer visible.
Only then did Zhao Zhongliu say tremblingly: "High Ancestor... should we... send someone to follow?"
The Li Clan High Ancestor took a deep breath and glared at him fiercely: "Follow my ass! Since he wants to wander, then let him wander!"
"As long as he doesn't tear down Chang'an City, even if he uses the imperial palace as a latrine, you'd better be there to hand him the toilet paper!"