Two months' time wasn't too difficult.
Chen Qing was confident because of the thirteen members of the Jiguang Sect under him.
It was an exceptionally powerful force.
Chen Qing picked up the hot tea beside him and took a small sip.
All previous concealments were now laid bare in the eyes of the Great Witch.
Was this the power accumulated over two hundred years?
But none of that mattered.
He didn't know he was Taichu, nor did he know his own abilities.
In Xuanping's eyes, he wasn't even an Abnormal person.
Then there was no problem.
This was just a test.
That night, Chen Qing stayed in the City Lord's Mansion, sleeping soundly in the guest room.
The Great Witch sat alone at the entrance of the main hall, looking up at the stars.
He didn't know if what he did was right or wrong, but he just wanted to do it.
There was no reason to live as a blade for two hundred years and not have a desire to wield one.
"What is he up to?"
