The battle in the Yang Realm had just ended, and all manner of demons and evil spirits had emerged, forcing Jiang Wang to respond cautiously.
He ceased his cultivation immediately and followed Dugu Xiao to the front courtyard.
He himself did not have any good connections at the moment, and had already entrusted Zhongxuan Sheng to purchase the Channel-opening Pill on his behalf, to fulfill the promise he had made to Dugu Xiao to open her channels, which would be completed in a few days.
All the arrangements in the courtyard had been handled without Jiang Wang lifting a finger, entirely managed by Dugu Xiao.
He didn't pay much attention to these things, but he did indeed feel much more comfortable in his eyes and ears.
The visitor was waiting in the front courtyard.
It was a gaunt yellow-faced old monk, wearing coarse hemp monk's robes, stepping in a pair of straw sandals that revealed his toes, the dark dirt between them clearly visible.
