Wuzhuang Temple.
Beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree, Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi sat facing each other. Spiritual tea curled in wisps from the stone table, yet neither had any mind to taste it.
Ever since learning of the Demon Race's unusual movements, Hong Yun had known that Di Jun and Taiyi were likely truly about to make a move against the Wu Clan.
He did not dare waste a moment, rushing to Wuzhuang Temple to discuss matters with Zhen Yuanzi.
"The Demon Race has finally run out of patience." Hong Yun spoke first, his voice carrying an undisguised gravity.
"The Demon Race has lain silent for over ten thousand years, yet now they are making such a grand show of mobilizing troops and marshaling generals."
"It seems they have set their hearts on fighting the Wu Clan to the death, on staging a true decisive battle!"
Zhen Yuanzi lifted his teacup and gently blew at the floating leaves, his voice steady. "Mm. Di Jun and Taiyi have endured in silence for ten thousand years; their ambitions are no small thing."
"For them to send out their entire force this time, they must believe the time has come and that victory is already within their grasp."
"When Daoist Friend Wu Ming came to return the Earth Book, this humble Daoist discussed this matter with him as well."
"I simply never expected Di Jun and Taiyi to endure for as long as ten thousand years."
Hong Yun's spirits rose at once. "Oh? What did Daoist Friend Wu Ming say then? Did he have a way to deal with it?"
Recalling the scene from that time, Zhen Yuanzi slowly said, "Daoist Friend Wu Ming once said that the Demon Race... was not yet qualified to truly battle his Wu Clan."
"What?" Hong Yun