In the crisscrossed ravines of sparsely populated northern Guanzhong County, inside an Earth Temple carved into the mountainside, a Taoist stood at the threshold, gazing silently for a long while, then softly chanted a sacred name.
He turned back into the temple, sat upon a straw mat, gazed at the wooden idol, and sighed quietly.
"You were too hasty, drew attention to yourself. Though there are few experts in the Scorching Sun Department, their intelligence network is not lacking in the slightest.
In truth, their overall strength is not weak either. It's only that they have too many matters to deal with.
The Scorching Sun Department in the Divine Land is not the same as the ones outside. They truly have to take charge of everything, and everyone believes it is their responsibility.
Do you understand what that means?
You might not even know what it means for your priority level to be raised.
It means we are not far from death."
