As the entire Immortal Capital churned with wind and clouds, only King of Nanjiang's Prefecture remained like a tranquil island amid raging tides. The breeze still blew softly, the evening sun still rose, and within the prefecture, the lights were hazy, as peaceful as ever.
Under the lamp, King of Nanjiang quietly gazed into the distance. Though the scent of wine still lingered on his face, where was there even the slightest trace of drunkenness in his eyes?
A figure emerged from the darkness behind him. It was the White-clothed Beauty.
A smile appeared on the White-clothed Beauty's face. "Your Highness, Buddhism has its cicada, West Mountain has its butterfly. The cicada can endure in silence for twenty-three years, while a butterfly spreading its wings can whip up a tornado in the Immortal Capital. And he is the butterfly Zen Master Wujue spoke of, isn't he?"
King of Nanjiang lightly raised a finger. A cicada wing rested upon its tip.
The cicada wing gave a faint tremble.
A ring of Buddhist light filled the tiny room.
The White-clothed Beauty's eyes widened as she stared at the cicada wing in shock.
Her cultivation was extraordinary, and her knowledge even more profound.
She knew what the cicada wing in His Highness's hand was. It was the wing of Zen Master Wujue's life-bound cicada from Guiyuan Temple, protected by Buddhist Dharma and one with the Heavenly Dao. In terms of shielding ability alone, it was stronger than the Night Glow Ancient Lamp of the Western Regions.
Zen Master Wujue had actually given such a precious cicada wing to King of Nanjiang. What did that signify?
It signified that this incomparably legendary Buddhist great power had, in truth, always stood behind King of Nanjiang.
"What the world saw was this king meeting the Immortal