"The Stabilizing Needle Iron is suspected to be in Chongyang."
Miss Ming Yue spoke calmly:
"This news spreads fast indeed."
Old Ghost Chai nodded and respectfully made a gesture of courtesy:
"An unknown person is actively spreading this news, and now the Buddhist, Confucian, and Ten Thousand Gods sects are still half-believing and half-doubting."
He paused, then continued:
"After all, it's just a rumor, but at this moment, all the sects probably have paid attention to it, and at least they will send some disciples or stewards to investigate."
Miss Ming Yue sat in the ancient-style carriage and sipped a cup of tea:
"Who do you think is spreading the news?"
"I don't know."
Old Ghost Chai shook his head decisively:
"However, it's benefited from the recent conflict in the Federation's capital, along with the event of the God of Plague's descent on Jiangzhou."
