Lofty Eastern Yu Mountain, Blessed Penglai Pavilion

"Dongyu Mountains?"

"Daoist Ling Yuan?"

In the Flying-In Cave on Qianyuan Mountain, Su Creek Continent, True Lord Qiyuan looked at the letter sent from Cloud Perch Continent and could not help sneering.

"Hah. When I told them to come over to our side, they wouldn't listen."

"Every last one of them thought so highly of themselves. They insisted they could claim all of Cloud Perch Continent for themselves."

"And what happened?"

"They went and provoked True Lord Yuming. Eight against one, and not a single one came back."

True Lord Qiyuan gave a derisive laugh. "Now Daoist Ling Yuan has arrived, and they know they can't afford to provoke him, they suddenly remember me?"

"There's no such bargain under heaven!"

A disciple standing beside True Lord Qiyuan stepped forward. "True Lord, shall we turn them down?"

True Lord Qiyuan shook his head. "There's no need. Right now, every local faction in the Tianyuan World is watching us. If we don't show enough backbone, those fence-sitters will immediately throw in their lot with the Tianhe Dao Sect!"

"Send Lingyuan a letter instead."

"But not a letter urging peace. An invitation."

An invitation?

The disciples exchanged bewildered looks, unable to guess what their True Lord had in mind.

True Lord Qiyuan, however, smiled and took up his brush.

Gold-patterned blue brocade lay beneath his brush, and cinnabar ink flowed like a dragon. Once he had written the silver seal-script Dao characters, True Lord Qiyuan pressed his personal seal onto the letter, sealed the brocade with magic, and handed it to his disciple.

"Huai Qing, go to the Dongyu Mountains on Cloud Perch Continent. Deliver my letter into Daoist Ling Yuan's hands."

To travel from Su Creek Continent to Cloud Perch Continent, one had to cross the Four Returns Sea.

Among the Tianyuan