As night fell, the capital city was ablaze with lights and bustling with activity. Shops lined both sides of the streets, and the sounds of shouting and selling echoed continuously. Cultivators mingled among mortals, strolling through the night in the capital, enjoying lantern displays, fine wine, and entertainment.

Zhu Yong and his two daughters were in disguise, traveling low-key, cautiously blending into the crowd, fearing recognition. Their current situation was dire, and it was obvious that the Northern King would have spies monitoring them around the clock. Fortunately, they had a double in the palace; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to leave.

They arrived at the Taisu Holy Land embassy. Thanks to Chu Xiu's prior arrangements, once their identities were confirmed, the steward promptly led them inside. They were taken to a small parlor where the steward served tea. "Your Highness, the Holy Son is entertaining a guest. Please wait here for now."

"Thank you for guiding us," Zhu Yong said with a polite smile, cupping his hands. The steward nodded and left, closing the door behind him. The three sat down to wait.