Hang Him Up

"I'm leaving!" Ren Baqian waved his hand. "I'll see you after some time anyway!"

"Indeed! I also want to see what Lan City, the city that never sleeps, looks like today." Zong Shang smiled.

Zong Shang and several sub-temple chiefs were currently around Ren Baqian. The rest were all busy with the Temple of Heaven's matters. As they had just encountered a big change, everyone was busy dealing with its issues.

Ren Baqian put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. The weather was good, and there were so many clouds that he couldn't even see a trace of the sun.

Fortunately, he had a horse carriage prepared for him. Although its speed wasn't that fast, he at least had a place to shelter him from the wind and the rain.

Although Zong Shang urged him to stay until it was done raining, Ren Baqian had no intention of staying any longer.

After nodding to the crowd, Ren Baqian turned around and boarded the carriage to return to Dayao.