Opening the Formation

Above the cloud sea beneath the Sword Qi Great Wall's Sky Curtain, the Daoist Sage rose to his feet and respectfully bowed to the visitor, making a formal Daoist salute before smiling. "Rare indeed, rare indeed."

Chen Qingdu smiled. "From a high place, one sees far. The scenery is better than what I see from my shabby little thatched hut."

Once the polite pleasantries were over, there was nothing left to say.

The Old Great Sword Immortal, who had rarely deigned to visit the cloud sea, merely gazed toward the clamorous battlefield in the south.

This old Daoist Immortal suddenly asked, "Why does our young Yin Guan seem to bear some prejudice against this poor Daoist?"

Chen Qingdu said, "He has some objections to the whole of Daoism, not just you alone. In truth, he knows it is improper, but it will be difficult to change in a short while."

There were always odd people like that. When words and matters concerned themselves, they could often let them go, but when it came to certain words and deeds of those around them, they instead found it hard to let go for a very long time.

The Old Great Sword Immortal had seen quite a few such people. There was no need to speak of those far away; nearby, there were Zuo and, naturally, Pang Yuanji.

The Daoist Sage lifted a sleeve and began counting on his fingers to divine the future. He had been unwilling to do such things in private, but since the Old Great Sword Immortal had appeared, he no longer had any reservations. After a brief calculation, he said, "I never expected him to be entangled in such an enormous debt of gratitude and resentment. No wonder, no wonder."

This Daoist Sage was the person in the