The people on the street knelt down one after another, and only stood up after Zhu Xian passed by.
Zhu Xian kept his eyes straight ahead.
She led a large entourage out of the city.
The little dumpling was thrilled. "When we get back to the Purple Cloud Mountains, I want to ride the Golden Horn around the mountains!"
Qin Luo glared at her, his expression stern like that of an old father, and said, "Don't even think about bullying Golden Horn. If you dare to bully others, you'll regret it."
"Boss, I was just kidding."
The little dumpling nodded hesitantly.
Behind the princess were two elderly men on horseback. They were of noble status; one was clad in heavy armor and had a broad back and a burly build, while the other was dressed in official robes and exuded righteousness. They were General Bai Tu and Prime Minister Chu Liangyu, respectively, and they were the pillars of the Great Xia Dynasty.
The common people weren't talking about them, but rather about the refined young man behind them, Sun Jisheng, the top scholar personally selected by the princess.
Sun Jisheng comes from the north and is exceptionally talented. He has won the princess's favor and his future is limitless.
Looking at the endless procession, Lao Gao couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so lively! The procession that used to accompany the princess to worship her ancestors was never this long."
Qin Luo knew that many people in the group had fled the city and would not be returning anytime soon.
"Little dumpling, there are lots of delicious foods in the town at the foot of Lieshan Mountain. You can go and have fun with them."
"Really?"
The little dumpling blinked excitedly.
Qin Luo chuckled and said, "You and Lao Gao can spend some more time in the small town at the foot of Lieshan Mountain."
The little dumpling tilted its head and asked, "Big brother, are you going?"
Qin Luo shook his head and said softly, "I've been to Lieshan and eaten the delicious food there. You bought your little gourd there, so I won't go."
"It's no fun if the boss doesn't go. It's better to make money in the capital." The little dumpling shook his head repeatedly.
Not far away was a restaurant, where a woman and two men stood upstairs. The woman was as beautiful as an angel, and the men were handsome and dashing. They watched Zhu Xian's departing figure.
The white-clad fairy's eyes were filled with respect. "The Great Xia princess is truly majestic, she has the bearing of an emperor!"
The man with a vertical eye on his forehead shook his head and sighed softly, "What a pity, it is Heaven's will to destroy the Great Xia."
A young man in a white Taoist robe held a whisk and said softly, "When the Emperor falls, all things are born; there will be great fortune."
The white-clad fairy and the man with vertical eyes nodded simultaneously.
Qin Luo noticed the cultivators in the restaurant; their cultivation levels far surpassed their peers, clearly indicating that they were cultivators from the Immortal Realm.
The young man in the Taoist robe holding a whisk saw Qin Luo and bowed respectfully. Qin Luo, holding the little dumpling, didn't feel comfortable returning the greeting, so he smiled and nodded.
The procession leaving the city was very long, stretching as far as the eye could see. When Old Gao saw the princess's figure disappear, he said respectfully, "Daoist Master, I have some business to attend to, so I won't stay with you any longer."
"good."
Qin Luo nodded with a smile.
He put the little dumpling on the ground.
With nothing to do, Qin Luo decided to visit his senior sister, so he took the little dumpling to Tenglong Inn.
In the restaurant, the white-clad fairy raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled. "Brother Ao, you are a Daoist disciple of Baiyu Temple, why do you bow and pay respects to a Daoist priest from the mortal realm?"
The young Taoist priest holding a whisk smiled with narrowed eyes, "I heard that Lei Lingyun of Burial Sword Mountain was killed by a young Taoist priest, and even the True Immortal behind him was killed in one blow."
The man with vertical eyes frowned. "Some time ago, my Holy Son from Taichu Mountain was attacked in the mortal realm. My ancestor sent me to investigate this matter. Could it be that he was the one who did it?"
The white-robed fairy covered her mouth and said, "Even if a true immortal's strength in the mortal realm is suppressed, it is not something an ordinary saint can kill. Even a true saint would need some time, unless it is a supreme saint like the founder of Confucianism, in whom a true immortal is like an ant."
The young man in the Taoist robe holding a whisk smiled and reminded you, "This place may seem peaceful, but it is actually more dangerous than the forbidden area of the immortal realm. One wrong step and you will be doomed. If you don't want to lose your lives in vain, listen to my arrangements."
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