After all, the Imperial Court has vast resources and enough elite cavalry; as long as they secure a few more victories, they'll have everything they desire.
...
The concealment techniques of Monk Xuanming are indeed extraordinary.
But they cannot escape the intuition of Zhou Ping'an.
Following the curious incense that signifies both good and evil, a meandering line seems to be drawn in Zhou Ping'an's mind.
Heading westward, crossing mountains and ridges, after more than thirty li, the forest becomes denser, nearly obscuring the pathway.
Instead, thorny undergrowth and vines are everywhere, with the occasional roars of beasts and calls of birds, exuding a peculiar tranquility.
Here, the familiar aura of Monk Xuanming became fainter and fainter, until it disappeared not far ahead.
Zhou Ping'an suddenly felt a clear view open up before him.
