Ye Siheng raised an eyebrow. "You came prepared this time."
"Well, if I'm looking for trouble, I must look the part," Nanli replied.
Having made preparations, Nanli leisurely ascended the mountain with Ye Siheng, taking in the scenery around Sanqing Temple.
It had to be said that Sanqing Temple was truly a land of great geomantic fortune and wealth accumulation.
The Black Armor Guard had already secured all entrances and exits of the temple.
Qing Feng led Ming Hao and two or three other Daoists out, sweeping their dusting cloths while grumbling, "In front of the Ancestors of the Three Pure Ones, how can you be so disrespectful!"
"Your ancestors have long been driven to reincarnation by your group of descendants, unseen," Nanli retorted casually as she entered the temple.