Afterwards, a gust of air rolled up, wrapped the two people and flew into the air, and then quickly headed towards Xiyouzhou Prefecture in the southeast.
Looking at the small black dot disappearing in the sky and the long trail of clouds remaining in the air, Granny Gro finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"In this case, everything that can be done has been done. Next, we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate." She slowly stood up, looked at the crowded and noisy scene in the valley, and slowly raised her hand.
As he moved, his elegant black miko's attire fluttered in the wind, and a colorless, traceless dragon vein aura gently emanated from the old man. Then, deep beneath the ground beneath his feet, the dragon vein's flow changed direction, gradually converging.
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In the wilderness of the mountains at dusk.
Luo Lanxier and Bu Moyin flew through the sky at high speed, the whistling sound of the wind whistling backwards in their ears. Wisps of clouds hovered below their vision, obscuring the barren wilderness as if shrouded in mist.
When she was in the shrine before, Mo Yin had always focused her attention on Granny Gro, and it was only then that she noticed the girl who was taking her flying.
Originally, he thought it would take several days to return, but looking at the vast and rolling mountains below him, Bu Moyin had a feeling that he would reach the capital of Xiyouzhou today.
After a long silence, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked him.
"Excuse me, are you also from the outside world, that is, the Neifu Province?" She saw a faint blood color on Loran Hill's snow-white neck, which did not look like the bluish and cold skin of the Youchi clan.
"Yes, but strictly speaking, I am actually from the Western Continent." The girl's gentle voice passed through the whistling wind and reached Mo Yin's ears.
"I'm just learning skills in the East Continent right now, and I came here because of a mission." Loran Hill explained simply.
"So that's how it is, but judging by the way you speak and behave, you don't sound like a traveler from the West at all." Mo Yin shook her head slightly. She had seen many aristocratic children of the Cangcui Empire in Luojing. Their clothes and attire were very unusual, and their accents were not as natural as this girl's.
"Hehe, maybe I was also born in this land a long time ago, and then went to other places." A trace of nostalgia appeared in Loran Hill's pale blue eyes.
"That makes sense then."
Mo Yin still felt that such a beautiful and peaceful girl should have come from the Plantagenet dynasty. As a member of a royal family, she was naturally proud of her country.
Afterwards, the two chatted one sentence at a time, and their figures flashed from the sky to the land in the east like flowing light.
Originally, Bu Moyin was worried that the girl would need to rest halfway due to exhaustion, or would need to slow down for a while, but unexpectedly, from the time they set out until they entered the heart of Xiyouzhou at dusk, the girl showed no signs of abnormality, not even a drop of sweat. He easily led her through this long journey and arrived at the capital of Xiyouzhou.
The air currents wrapped around the two of them, then slowly dissipated, stirring up some fallen leaves and dust, and the two of them slowly landed at the foot of Xiyouzhou City.
"Now it's my turn. Follow me." Bu Moyin didn't want to be outdone by this girl who looked younger than her, so she took Loran Hill towards the towering city.
"Please show us your ferry disc." When they arrived at the city gate, a guard in dark yellow armor stopped them temporarily.
"Golden marigolds hang from the sky, patrolling on behalf of the heaven." Bu Moyin took out a hidden token from his waist. The edge of the token had intricate golden flower vine carvings, and in the middle was a blooming lamppost with vague bird figures in it, which seemed to be dancing in the flames.
Seeing this token that contained a special and extraordinary aura, the guard was frightened by its identity and took a step back.
"I have overstepped my bounds." He bowed and clasped his fists, and the other guards behind him made way for the two men to enter the city quickly. Furthermore, two of the guards even cleared the way for them, pushing aside the crowded streets and heading towards the main palace in the city.
The Jinzhan Xuanhua Mansion is the dynasty's supervisory agency, and usually operates in secret. Once the token is revealed, it must involve urgent matters. These guards also follow the convention to lead the way to avoid delaying important matters and causing serious trouble.
The shouts of the guards to disperse were heard from the noisy avenue, and soon the crowd on the road parted to both sides to let the few people who were rushing through pass quickly, but then they looked at the hurried backs curiously, guessing what might have happened.
"People from Xuanhua Mansion have appeared. It seems that our governor is in trouble this time." In a teahouse on the street, two guests drinking tea looked at the scene below and smiled faintly.
"Tu Haoyang, Tu Haoyang, since you, this cold and sharp knife, refuse to be used by King Dai, then we have no choice but to destroy you, haha..." After saying this, one of them laughed softly, feeling faintly proud of it.
"Sir, your plan is indeed brilliant. You have brought in the inspector from Xuanhua Mansion. This way, as long as Tu Haoyang reveals even the slightest flaw or evidence, the court will naturally have plenty of ways to demote him further and make him fall step by step." Another person congratulated him. Although they had no official status, they were all guests in Prince Dai's mansion. They worked for him and were proud to share the prince's worries.
"Thank you for your praise, Brother Jing. Come, have a drink." Although he was modest, he could not hide the smugness on his face.
The world is so big, and there are so many talented people, but how many of them can truly realize their ambitions and change the direction of the world situation?
In times of peace and prosperity, learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the imperial family is the consensus and desire of many people.
As for practicing to prolong life, or even to achieve immortality, although it sounds wonderful, how many people throughout history have been able to climb the nine-story ladder to heaven? This is even smaller than the chance of becoming a prime minister. Many people with less talent have given up hope early on.
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