For the next three days, all was peaceful on the road.
But everyone knew that this peace was only temporary.
Xie Xuanyi sat inside the carriage, closing his eyes to cultivate his spirit, spending most of the time comprehending the incomplete Principle of Life.
Deng Baiyi focused on Drawing Talisman, a craft that required not only talent but also hard work. Perhaps because he had met Xie Zhen, in the past few days, Deng Baiyi did not pester Jun Mountain to cultivate swordsmanship.
Whenever Jun Mountain was free, he would run to the last carriage to look after things under that pretext, and the monks from Fan Yin Temple could not say much about it.
Looking after was just a pretense.
The truth was seeking information.
