Half a day later.
Evening had fallen.
Even more soldiers had appeared than before, led by an old man in a Dragon Robe.
"The smell of blood is so thick. Are those parcels in their hands... the guys who provoked me?"
"Why are there hundreds of them?"
Zhu Yuan whispered to Su Qing, her voice filled with confusion.
Su Qing chuckled softly. "It's about time we left. We've seen enough. Besides, the area around the Taichu Daoist Palace is pretty similar to this."
"Once your injuries are healed, you can wander around as you please."
"Mm, let's go."
Zhu Yuan nodded. She didn't want to deal with these matters either, and she could sense that Su Qing couldn't care less about what was happening.
"Immortal."
All the soldiers knelt. The old man in the Dragon Robe, who had been driving the carriage,
did not kneel.
His solemn gaze met Su Qing's indifferent one.
His heart wavered.
Su Qing spoke, "You seek Longevity?"
