Xuan Wazi had just left the bounds of Jade Capital Mountain and was preparing to seek out Laozi's other potential named disciples, intending to arrange a few "life encounters" for them as well, when he suddenly sensed something. He halted his flight and leisurely surveyed the surrounding void. Rather than looking nervous, he wore an amused smile that seemed to say, "Finally, they're here."
Ahead, clear light suddenly emerged and Dao rhythms flowed. The phantom of a middle-aged Daoist with an ancient face, indifferent eyes, and an Eight Trigram Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe slowly condensed into existence. It was none other than Taiching Laozi's divine-sense incarnation. Though it was not his true body, the pressure of will it contained had already frozen the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it, as though everything had been drawn into an invisible Taiji domain. Laozi's phantom fixed his gaze on Xuan Wazi. His voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable power as it rang directly within Xuan Wazi's primordial spirit. "Fellow Daoist, you have disrupted the natural order with force, obscured heavenly secrets, repeatedly interfered with my Dao path, and hindered my chance of becoming a Saint. Is this not going too far?"
Almost the instant Laozi finished speaking, Yuqing Immortal Light erupted from the void on another side, dazzling and brilliant. Primordial Heavenly Venerate's divine-sense incarnation appeared as well. Unlike Laozi's indifference, Yuanshi's face was openly dark and furious. His gaze locked onto Xuan Wazi like cold lightning, and his voice was chilling. "You stole my disciple, disrupted his Dao heart, and ruined the orthodox teachings of my Yuqing lineage! How are such acts any different from those of evil demons? If you do not give me an explanation today, then even if I must expend ten thousand years of painstaking effort,