The official road bustled with luxurious carriages and spirited steeds, alongside oddly dressed individuals. Only the innocent Pei Qian, who could only discern the wealthy, shared a limited perspective with the incense-offering man. Chen Pingan and his companions, however, possessed keener eyes, aware that many cultivators were traversing the Qingluan Kingdom, stirring up its waters.

Pei Qian was still likely lamenting the cost of the incense and calligraphy, her vigor flagging, or perhaps she felt guilty that her calligraphy was the worst.

Zhu Lian refrained from mocking Pei Qian this time.

Consequently, the journey was unusually quiet, which made Shi Rou somewhat uneasy.

Following the standard route, they would have bypassed the Lion Garden haunted by a fox spirit. At the fork in the road leading to the garden, Chen Pingan, without hesitation, chose the path directly to the capital. This brought a wave of relief to Shi Rou. If she had been saddled with a master who insisted on righting every wrong in the world, she would have been in despair.

Lion Garden, the private residence of Vice Minister Liu, was a renowned garden located southwest of the capital. The Liu family, a lineage of scholars and officials, had built Lion Garden over generations. It was not a product of sudden wealth or ambition, meaning that the Liu family had a reputation for integrity.

Enthusiasts had compiled poems and essays written by past scholars about Lion Garden’s scenery into a well-crafted collection, which, it was said, sold well in bookstores throughout the land.

However, after they had traveled about twenty miles, the incense-offering man from the River God Temple caught up with them, delivering two items. He claimed they were from the temple steward: a beautifully carved bamboo incense holder, seemingly filled with high-quality incense, and the Lion Garden anthology.

Chen Pingan did not immediately accept the gifts, his fingers caressing the sword-nourishing gourd at his waist.

The man spoke frankly, his gaze sincere, “I know this is a difficult request, but to be honest, I hope that Master Chen can assist the Lion Garden. Firstly, the fox spirit does not harm anyone. Seven or eight groups of deities have attempted to subdue it, but all have returned unharmed. Secondly, if Master Chen is unwilling to act, even visiting Lion Garden as a tourist would be appreciated. Then, act according to your abilities and mood.”

Zhu Lian scoffed, “What, you want to pressure my young master with morality?”

The man forced a smile, “I wouldn’t dare be so presumptuous, nor would I want to act that way. It’s just that seeing Master Chen reminded me of that Liu family scholar. I feel that the two of you share a similar nature, and even as strangers, you would have much to discuss. I heard that this Liu family’s son, inspired by the line ‘Where demons dwell, there must be a Taoist’s peachwood sword,’ went on a journey to find a wandering immortal from Dragon Tiger Mountain. Unfortunately, disaster struck in the Qing Mountain Kingdom, and he returned with a limp, his career ruined.”

Chen Pingan abruptly took the incense holder and book from the man, nodding, “I can only promise to take a look. I can’t guarantee I’ll do anything.”

The man cupped his fist and smiled, “That would be best!”

The incense-offering man returned to the River God Temple, without suggesting to lead Chen Pingan to the Lion Garden.

Zhu Lian sneered, “A petty merchant, not focused on making money, but trying to act like a chivalrous hero. Truly unprofessional.”

Chen Pingan smiled, “Chivalry doesn’t discriminate.”

Shi Rou remained expressionless, but in her heart, she loathed the River God Temple.

The group had to retrace their steps for about half a mile before branching off the main road to reach Lion Garden.

Pei Qian whispered, “Master, when we get to Lion Garden, can I put a talisman on my forehead?”

Chen Pingan nodded, reminding her, “Of course, but remember to use the Lamp-Lighting Talisman, not the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda Talisman. Otherwise, even if I didn’t want to act, I’d have to.”

Pei Qian responded loudly.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked, “If you’re so afraid, why didn’t you just stop me from going to Lion Garden?”

Pei Qian was taken aback, then smiled brightly, “Adults’ affairs are not for me to discuss.”

Chen Pingan laughed heartily, patting her little head.

Zhu Lian tsked, “Miss Pei is quite something, her flattery is unparalleled.”

Pei Qian snorted, “It’s because of bad influences! I learned it from you, not from Master!”

Zhu Lian chuckled, “Then you’ve surpassed your teacher.”

Pei Qian clasped her hands in a dignified manner, returning the compliment, “I wouldn’t dare. Compared to Senior Zhu’s flattery skills, I’m far behind.”

Zhu Lian returned the gesture, “Not at all, young ones are to be feared.”

With the old and young pair bantering, the journey to Lion Garden was carefree and lighthearted.

Approaching Lion Garden, nestled in a mountain hollow, one could say it was surrounded by mountains on all sides, save for a narrow stream and a dirt path.

Chen Pingan sighed, “I should have borrowed a ‘Peace and Tranquility’ amulet from Cui Dongshan.”

Zhu Lian was puzzled, “Aren’t the Great Li Iron Cavalry currently stationed in the central part of Treasure Bottle Continent? With the Lake-Viewing Academy opposing them, whether they can successfully advance south is still uncertain. Otherwise, the Great Li Song clan wouldn’t need to go to such lengths in Old Dragon City, even requiring the help of Du Mao from the Tongye Sect. This is a dangerous move, easily provoking public outrage on Treasure Bottle Continent. Countless separatist forces in Lotus Root Blessed Land have lost their foundation for short-sighted gains.”

Chen Pingan explained, “It’s not quite the same as the history of Lotus Root Blessed Land. Great Li’s plans for a continent are more稳健 and ambitious, allowing for the current advantageous position… I might as well tell you something, and you’ll have a general understanding of Great Li’s far-reaching plans. After Cui Dongshan left the Hundred Flowers Courtyard Inn, someone else came to visit, you know?”

Zhu Lian nodded, “Those are likely private matters, so I stayed in my room.”

Chen Pingan patted Pei Qian’s head, laughing, “Tell Zhu Lian about the origins of the ‘Peace and Tranquility’ amulet.”

After learning about the amulet’s function, Pei Qian was determined to obtain one. She planned to save money diligently and buy one for herself.
The Peace Talisman, in its earliest form, served as a military seal for the two ancestral homes of the strategist lineage in Bao Ping Continent: True Martial Mountain and Wind & Snow Temple. It was meant to protect disciples of these schools as they ventured forth. Naturally, the Great Li Dynasty was the preferred destination for True Martial Mountain cultivators seeking to join the army. Furthermore, the sage of the Wind & Snow Temple, Ruan Qiong, entered the Li Zhu Grotto-Heaven to serve as its guardian, eventually establishing his own sect in Longquan County. This was no spur-of-the-moment decision, implying that the Great Li Song Clan had been in league with the Wind & Snow Temple long before.

Over time, this Peace Talisman gradually became the most coveted life-saving charm for Qi refiners throughout the Great Li Dynasty. Back then, the chivalrous Mo Sect hero, Xu Ruo, a man who could effortlessly block a sword strike from the Wind & Snow Temple Sword Immortal, Wei Jin, gifted the blue-clad boy and pink-skirted girl beside Chen Ping An each with a jade pendant. At the time, Chen Ping An only felt that they were precious and a grand gift. But looking back now, he still underestimated Xu Ruo’s generosity.

After hearing Pei Qian’s explanation of the origins of the Peace Talisman, Zhu Lian chuckled, “Next, Young Master can add the finishing touch.”

Chen Ping An used his martial artist’s technique of condensing sound into a line to secretly tell Zhu Lian, “The man who came to the inn looking for me is a Great Li spy, carrying a Peace Talisman of the second highest quality in the Great Li Dynasty.”

Zhu Lian instantly understood, “Understood.”

Although the Azure Luan Kingdom was prosperous and its national power was not weak, stronger than countries like Qing Mountain and Cloud Canopy, it was still a small place when viewed in the context of the entire Bao Ping Continent. Compared to those great dynasties, it was no exaggeration to call it a tiny state.

This meant that the Great Li Dynasty had long been eyeing the Azure Luan Kingdom and considered it a crucial piece in their strategic calculations.

Therefore, the waves of influential families and scholars who migrated south, fleeing the war-torn central region of Bao Ping Continent, were merely part of Great Li’s pre-arranged scheme to lure them into a trap.

This Azure Luan Kingdom was not some secluded haven for refugees at all.

Zhu Lian exclaimed, “Using the power of half a continent to simply drive the fish into the net, catching them all in one fell swoop, and waiting for the harvest, the Embroidered Tiger of Great Li truly has remarkable methods. No wonder the proud and aloof Lu Baixiang holds this Caiyun Spectrum national champion in such high regard.”

Chen Ping An smiled.

The former Great Li National Preceptor, or rather, half an Embroidered Tiger, was right before their eyes, yet far away, only Wei Xian, whose match was the most dangerous of the four in the painting, recognized his identity.

Amidst towering green mountains and gurgling streams, the view suddenly opened up.

The Lion Garden, with its white walls, black tiles, and upturned eaves, was nestled in a wide mountain hollow.

Like a wild orchid in the mountains, like a fragrant beauty.

Zhu Lian laughed heartily, “The scenery is exquisite. Even if we only capture this painting in our eyes and keep it in our hearts, this trip will not have been in vain.”

Zhu Lian always had some strange perspectives, such as seeing beautiful women and scenery, which he equated to taking them into his sleeve and keeping them in his heart, making them his treasured possessions and things he possessed.

Chen Ping An always felt that something was off, but also felt that it was quite good.

Chen Ping An had never treated the four people in the painting as mere puppets. Partly due to his own personality, and partly because each of the four in the painting had their own unique qualities, preventing Chen Ping An from viewing them as inanimate objects.

Previously, the road could only accommodate one carriage at a time. On the way here, Chen Ping An was curious about what would happen if two carriages met on this three or four-mile mountain path. Who would yield and who would advance?

A towering ancient tree was rooted beside the stream, its white cliffs jagged and exposed.

Nearby was a small pavilion, from which emerged a refined old man who looked like a steward, and a simple, elegant young girl.

The two hurried towards Chen Ping An and his companions. The old man asked with a smile, “Are you all immortal masters who have come from afar after hearing of our reputation?”

Chen Ping An was a little embarrassed.

The old man took the initiative to resolve the awkwardness, saying to Chen Ping An, “Presumably, young master is already aware of the changes in the Lion Garden. That fox demon appears with extreme regularity, appearing once every ten days. It last appeared and bewitched people only five days ago, so young master has ample time to enter the garden and enjoy the scenery. Moreover, the Buddhist-Daoist debate in the capital will begin in three days, and the Lion Garden dares not usurp the beauty of others, nor does it wish to delay the journey of all the immortal masters.”

Chen Ping An also did not beat around the bush, saying, “Then we will bother you for a few days and see how things go.”

The old steward had probably seen many immortal masters during this period. He had probably received many mountain hermits who rarely showed their faces in public. Therefore, as he led Chen Ping An to the Lion Garden, he bypassed many detours and directly told Chen Ping An, who had only given his name and not revealed his sect background, the current situation of the Lion Garden in detail.

The fox demon called himself Qing Master, possessed extremely high cultivation, and used various妖法, making him difficult to deal with. The root of the trouble was that last winter, the great demon saw the young lady at the market and was so captivated that he insisted on becoming her immortal partner. He initially came to the door with betrothal gifts, but the old master did not see through the handsome young man’s identity as a fox demon, simply thinking that he was a young man with a crush on a beautiful young lady. He was not angry, but simply thought that the young man was just young and rejected him, saying that his little daughter already had an arranged marriage. The young man left with a smile, and everyone at the Lion Garden thought that the matter was over. But unexpectedly, the young man came to the door again on New Year’s Eve, saying that he would play ten games of chess with the old Master of the Ministry of Rites. If he won, he would marry the young lady and give the entire Liu family and the Lion Garden a divine blessing, enough to elevate everyone to immortality.

Although the old Master of the Ministry of Rites was skilled in chess, even matching the top chess players of the Azure Luan Kingdom, he would naturally not joke about his daughter’s marriage. He refused again.

After that, the handsome young man came to pester them every other day, and the young lady gradually became thin and haggard, almost unable to walk normally. The old Master of the Ministry of Rites realized that disaster was imminent and immediately sent someone to the capital for help. But that person was stuck in a ghost wall, always returning to the Lion Garden, unable to get out of the mountain path no matter what. Fortunately, a staff member of the Lion Garden had some knowledge of immortal matters, and after much hard work, he managed to transmit the news of the Lion Garden’s turmoil.

First, an old immortal from a Daoist temple in the capital, who was on good terms with the Liu family, came generously and successfully broke through the mountain and water barrier, successfully entering the Lion Garden. He guarded under the maiden’s embroidered building, setting up an altar and drawing talismans in all directions. As a result, the next day, the Lion Garden found this venerable Dragon Gate Realm immortal tied up with both hands and hung naked on a large tree. After being rescued, the old abbot was ashamed and only said that the fox demon’s cultivation was too high and he was not his opponent.

After that, wave after wave of Qi refiners came to drive away the fox demon, some out of admiration for the Liu family’s traditions, and others for the sake of the old Master of the Ministry of Rites’ three ancestral antiques.
They were all miserably toyed with by that fox demon.

To the point that the fox demon openly declared to the old Minister Liu that it would visit Lion Garden once every ten days, and the “father-in-law” was welcome to invite guests from all directions to compete with him, the son-in-law, so that Lion Garden would know its power. In the future, when they became one family, today’s disaster would surely become tomorrow’s pleasant talk.

Chen Ping’an listened silently.

The maiden with freckles on her nose was the daughter of the Lion Garden’s steward. She hadn’t spoken a word along the way, and was presumably just chatting with her father in the pavilion.

Before entering the garden, Chen Ping’an glanced at the lamp-lighting talisman on Pei Qian’s forehead. With a quiet tap of his finger, the talisman, extremely sensitive to Yin energy, didn’t react.

Chen Ping’an abandoned the idea of taking off the talisman. His mood wasn’t light. This daring fox demon definitely had unique magical abilities, and might even be a terrestrial immortal-level great demon.

Lion Garden currently had three groups of cultivators waiting for the fox demon to appear in half a sennight.

Including Chen Ping’an, there were four groups.

Chen Ping’an and the others were led by the Liu family’s steward, Old Zhao, to their residences, arranged in the four corners of the Lion Garden’s Miss Embroidery Building. In truth, the fox demon came and went without a trace, and this superficial arrangement was merely to soothe people’s hearts.

On the way to their residence, they enjoyed the pleasant scenery of Lion Garden. The halls and pavilions, verandas and corridors, bridges, walls, grass, trees, plaques, and couplets all gave a comfortable feeling of ingenious craftsmanship.

Scholarly families, if they were both wealthy and noble, could create such pleasing scenery in their private gardens, even without interacting with others, without music, chess, calligraphy, painting, wine, or tea.

There was no gold and jade overflowing the halls as imagined by commoners, nor were there any golden carrying poles or silver stools placed in the house.

A doorman of the Prime Minister is a seventh-rank official, and no dogs bark in front of noble families.

If one didn’t speak of power but only of family style, some nouveau riche families were simply not comparable to true noble clans.

Chen Ping’an and his group of four lived in an elegant, secluded courtyard. In fact, the location was past the flower garden, only a hundred paces away from the Embroidery Building. This was contrary to customs and etiquette. In some places of Treasure Continent, where Confucianism was revered, they were extremely particular about women not leaving their courtyards. Even if they were on intimate terms with the family, the young lady’s life was now in danger, and the father, Minister Liu, was not a pedantic Confucian scholar, so naturally he couldn’t bother with such matters.

Old Minister Liu had three sons and two daughters. The eldest daughter had already married a talented youth from a family of equal standing. She returned to her parents’ home with her husband in the first month of the new year, but unexpectedly, they couldn’t leave and remained in Lion Garden. The rest of his children were in a similar plight. Only the eldest son, as a county magistrate near the River God temple, did not return home for the New Year, thus escaping the calamity. After the incident, Old Minister Liu sent out letters, including a family letter, which sternly forbade his eldest son from returning to Lion Garden, and absolutely forbade him from neglecting his public duties for private reasons.

The second son of Old Minister Liu was the most pitiful, returning home as a cripple after a trip out.

Despite being called Old Minister Liu, Liu Jingting wasn’t that old. He was simply a child prodigy who had passed the imperial examinations with unparalleled ease, becoming a top scholar at the age of eighteen. His career progressed smoothly, and he had held the position of Vice Minister of Rites for twelve years. Therefore, after resigning and retiring before the age of fifty, the court and the public all liked to respectfully call him Old Minister Liu.

As soon as Chen Ping’an put down his luggage, Old Minister Liu personally came to visit. He was an elegant old man, filled with scholarly aura. Although his family had suffered a great disaster, Liu Jingting still appeared calm and composed. He spoke and laughed with Chen Ping’an, not with a forced smile. However, the worry and fatigue between the old man’s brows and eyes made Chen Ping’an feel better, showing both the steadiness of a family head and the sincere affection of a father.

After seeing Liu Jingting off to the courtyard gate, the old minister smiled and told Chen Ping’an to move around Lion Garden more.

Back in the courtyard, Pei Qian was copying books inside, with the talisman stuck to her head, intending to sleep without taking it off.

Shi Rou was somewhat helpless. The courtyard was originally small, with only three rooms for people to live in. The Lion Garden’s steward thought that having two elderly retainers squeeze into one room wasn’t disrespectful to the guests.

Who knew that the “Du Mao” corpse contained a withered bone ghost? Shi Rou would rather spend every night in the courtyard until dawn than live in the same room as the old lecher Zhu Lian. Anyway, as an Yin creature, sleeping or not sleeping didn’t harm her soul’s vitality.

However, Chen Ping’an said that he wanted her to live in the main room, and he would squeeze in with Zhu Lian.

Shi Rou hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said thank you.

Zhu Lian had a regretful expression on his face, which made Shi Rou’s heart churn.

Zhu Lian turned to look at the courtyard gate. Chen Ping’an nodded to him, and Zhu Lian got up to open the door. Six people were walking over from afar, probably two of the groups of Qi refiners who had come to Lion Garden to subdue the demon.

A cultivator couple, the man looking older, in his forties, and the woman relatively younger, around thirty. They were probably both at the Cave Realm. The man carried a long sword with a sharkskin scabbard on his back, which was a common practice for cultivators. A Qi refiner traveling with a sword would have a deterrent force, in case he was a sword cultivator?

The woman wore a palace dress and had average looks, but her skin was as white as snow, giving her a naturally beautiful feeling.

The remaining four people, young and old, were led by a young man with a jade-like face. He was actually a pure martial artist. The other three were genuine Qi refiners. An old man in black had a lively little civet with fiery red fur perched on his shoulder, and a tall young man had a green, bamboo-leaf-like snake wrapped around his arm. Behind the young man followed a beautiful girl, like a personal maid.

Zhu Lian led them into the courtyard and exchanged polite greetings in the Elegant Language of Treasure Continent.

The couple were from the Yunxiao Kingdom, from a mountain sect.

The young man with the compound surname Dugu came from a large dynasty in the central part of Treasure Continent. Their group of four was divided into master and servant, and master and disciple. The two parties had met on the road and became friends, and had jointly dealt with a group of demons and evil spirits who occupied mountains and harmed the surrounding area. Because of this grand debate between Buddhism and Taoism, they had traveled to Green Luan Kingdom together.

The young man said that there was another person, living alone in the northeast corner, a middle-aged female Taoist priest wearing a saber. Her Elegant Language of Treasure Continent was also difficult to understand, and she was somewhat solitary, so they couldn’t persuade her to come here to meet fellow Daoists.

Chen Ping’an once again saw them off to the courtyard gate.

After returning to the courtyard, he thought of the saber-wearing female Taoist priest and muttered to himself, “It shouldn’t be that coincidental, right?”

Zhu Lian asked curiously, “Is there something to it?”
Chen Pingan nodded, “I once went to a place called Shidaofang (House of Sword Masters) on the Inverted Mountain in the southern part of Suo Po Continent.”

A branch of Daoist priests, all wielding Dharma blades, was known as the Shidaofang Daoists.

They were once quite famous in the Central Earth Divine Continent, but later, like the mysterious knife-lending Mo family, they gradually faded from view.

Shi Rou remained unmoved.

After noticing this detail, Chen Pingan knew that the Shidaofang Daoists were indeed not well-known in Baoping Continent.

The reason was simple, and laughable: this branch of Dharma blade practitioners were all arrogant and conceited, not only possessing high cultivation and being extremely powerful, but also having terrible tempers.

They completely looked down on this small place, Baoping Continent.

Chen Pingan had once personally seen a reward notice posted on a wall in the Shidaofang, offering to kill Song Changjing, a vassal king of Great Li, the reason being that Baoping Continent was not qualified to have a tenth-realm martial artist, so killing him was doing everyone a favor, saving them from having to look at something so unpleasant. In addition, the Imperial Preceptor Cui and the wandering swordsman Xu Ruo also had bounties placed on their heads on the wall. However, the sword immortal Xu Ruo was due to a lovelorn woman’s hatred born of love, while Cui was due to his notorious reputation.

After Chen Pingan recounted the rumors about the Shidaofang Daoists,

Shi Rou’s expression finally changed slightly.

Seeing Chen Pingan looking at him with a smile, Zhu Lian quickly vowed, “Young Master, rest assured! No matter how obsessed I am with martial arts, or how reckless I am, I would never provoke a female Daoist from another continent who might be from Shidaofang. Besides, what if she is a touching beauty? Zhu Lian would never be so heartless as to harm her; I would be too busy picking flowers from the Lion Garden to offer her my devotion. Alas, now that I mention it, I am truly a bit curious. I wonder what the female Daoist looks like. Although Miss Shi Rou must have been a peerless beauty in her lifetime, facing Old Du’s appearance every day, no matter how hard I try not to judge by appearances, it is still a bit… tiresome.”

Zhu Lian said regretfully, “It seems my realm is not high enough; I cannot see through the outward appearance.”

The hunched old man turned his head and apologized to Shi Rou, “Miss Shi Rou, please rest assured, I acknowledge that this kind of vulgar perspective is undesirable; I must change. If you don’t mind, I, Zhu Lian, will share a room with you tonight and properly temper my state of mind! Perhaps I will have an epiphany overnight, like a Buddhist disciple of the Zen sect who attains enlightenment on the spot. From now on, when I look at you, everything will be touching and beautiful…”

Chen Pingan coughed a couple of times and took out his wine pot, preparing to drink.

Shi Rou’s face was like frost as she turned and went into the main room, slamming the door shut.

Chen Pingan asked softly with a smile, “When will you let her go?”

Zhu Lian said righteously, “Young Master, you don’t understand, this is also a journey of self-cultivation for us romantic souls.”

As he spoke, Chen Pingan shook his sword-nurturing gourd.

Zhu Lian immediately understood.

A handsome youth wearing a black robe was squatting on the wall, clapping his hands and cheering, “Good, good, good, that is just what I wanted to hear! I didn’t expect your old fellow’s fist intent to be high, and your words even more wonderful!”

Chen Pingan looked up and asked, “Immortals and demons are different, and do not trespass. Birds have bird paths, and mice have mouse trails. Can’t everyone just go their own way?”

The handsome youth sat down on the wall, dangling his legs and gently tapping the white wall with his heels, smiling, “The well water doesn’t interfere with the river water; everyone lives in peace. That’s the principle, but I insist on drinking well water and stirring up river water. What can you do to me?”

Suddenly, a flash of snow-white light disappeared from the black-robed youth’s neck.

The head fell from the wall.

However, there wasn’t a drop of blood.

The handsome youth whose head had been severed vanished, actually a mysterious illusion. In addition, there was a black fox fur, as thin as a strand of hair, floating in the air.

The fox demon’s exasperated voice echoed in the courtyard, “Good swordsmanship, you ugly woman! You wait, one night I will cover my eyes with cloth, blow out the lights, and let you experience my crotch swordsmanship!”

On the roof, there was a female Daoist with a blank expression, holding a snow-bright long sword, standing on the tip of the upturned eaves, slowly sheathing her sword.

Chen Pingan and Zhu Lian exchanged a look.

It really was a Shidaofang female Daoist.

This female Daoist was a Golden Core cultivator, which was quite troublesome.

Zhu Lian dared not be careless.

Against ordinary Golden Core earth immortals in Baoping Continent, Zhu Lian, as a Distant Wandering Realm martial artist, should have a great chance of winning. Even if he claimed that his foundation in the Golden Body Realm was not good enough, it was only when compared to Zheng Dafeng or Zhu Lian’s previous sixth realm.

But facing a Dharma blade practitioner who could make a great name for themselves in the Central Earth Divine Continent, Zhu Lian didn’t think he could necessarily gain an advantage.

The gaunt, middle-aged female Daoist, with sunken cheeks and a withered appearance, sheathed her sword and said slowly in clumsy Baoping Continent refined language, “This fox demon is mine. If you dare to steal it, don’t blame my sword for not having eyes.”

Zhu Lian smiled.

This temper suited his taste.

The hunched old man was about to get up. Since it suited his taste, he, Zhu Lian, couldn’t hold back.

Chen Pingan reached out to stop Zhu Lian, then extended his palm outside the courtyard wall, indicating that the Shidaofang female Daoist could leave.

The sword-wearing female Daoist vanished in a flash.

Zhu Lian asked with a smile, “What do you say?”

Chen Pingan thought for a while, “Let’s just wait.”