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When Zhongxuan Sheng replied, it was at night.
At that time, Jiang Wang wore a hood, draped in an ordinary brown hemp robe, having traveled a long distance—the monk's attire Yu Zhen had given him for disguise was long exchanged.
It wasn't any awkward female attire; the gray monk's robe was of a neutral design, not distinguishing gender. It's just that Mugu is a nation that venerates the Divine Way, where the God of Cangtu holds dominance, and there isn't much fondness towards monks or Taoists.
Dressing like this was purely to avoid trouble.
After finding a secluded spot and entering the Taixu Illusion Realm once more, he saw Zhongxuan Sheng's plump paper crane stumblingly fly in.
Jiang Wang didn't bother reading the letter, directly opening the Star River space.
Soon after, the two met again in the splendid Star River.
A pavilion stood amidst the Star River.
Sitting across from each other, there were no tears of joy, only relief at surviving.
