By the time Lu Zheng and Yuan Jing left the Anomaly Suppression Bureau, a whole night had passed, and the sun of the next day had already risen.
On their way back, Lu Zheng and Yuan Jing made a stop at the Lu River God's Mansion, informing Zhu Yushan's family of the situation before returning together to Shaotong Mountain.
"So that's how it is. Indeed, it still comes down to the water disaster, a storm is brewing!"
In the backyard of the White Cloud Temple, Daoist Mingzhang lounged on a chair that Lu Zheng had respectfully gifted him, squinting his eyes, leisurely sipping tea with not a hint of worry.
Yuan Jing blinked, "Aren't you worried?"
"What's the use of worrying?" Daoist Mingzhang casually advised, "The Court is surely considering this more thoroughly than you are. Instead of worrying needlessly, it's better to cultivate calmly and await the hour."
"Yes!" Lu Zheng and Yuan Jing bowed and accepted the lesson.
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