"Haha, as a poor Daoist, I must also reflect on myself daily, lest I commit a grave sin and end up being punished to kneel here too," Hua Yang Daoist laughed aloud.
The seemingly cheerful laughter carried no humor, but rather a hint of sarcasm, as if mocking Lord Qingyu's tyranny.
Xuanfeng, hearing this, did not react, and simply said calmly, "It's good that you think this way, Daoist Friend. Please this way."
He led Hua Yang up the steps, into the square, then around to the side hall on the right of the Taiji Palace, and after another quarter of an hour's walk, they arrived at a secluded courtyard.
Daoist Kucha, who was being softly imprisoned by the Zhenwu Sect, lived in this courtyard. However, to call it imprisonment is not entirely accurate, as he could move around freely every day, as long as he didn't leave Chonghe Peak.
