Within Tianshui Sect, Purple Bamboo Island.
This was the residence of Kushan Sect.
After Prince Chen was ambushed at Clearwater Bay and the island was destroyed, he had moved to Purple Bamboo Island at his own request, taking up residence with Di Wuyan and the old monk of Kushan Sect.
Fortunately, the old monk and Di Wuyan were both people who had renounced worldly life and did not care about secular etiquette, so they let Prince Chen stay.
In a grove of purple bamboo on the island.
Di Wuyan sat cross-legged on the ground, fingers rolling his prayer beads, eyes slightly closed as he silently recited the Buddha Scripture.
Prince Chen sat at the stone table beside him, holding a cup of wine and watching Di Wuyan with a beaming smile. He chatted idly with him, saying one sentence here and one there: "I say... can't you at least talk to me?"
"I've said so much already, and you haven't said a single word to me?"
"Luckily, I knew you before. Otherwise, I would've thought you were mute."
Prince Chen wore a smile, while Di Wuyan kept his eyes closed and ignored him.
Prince Chen took a sip of wine and continued speaking to Di Wuyan: "I feel like the State of Chu is about to fall into chaos. Whether it happens before Father Imperial's ten-thousandth birthday celebration or after it, the State of Chu is bound to suffer great upheaval."
"Liang Wang has amassed troops and grown arrogant, the imperial court is in a foul mess, the Third Prince is exceptionally vicious, and now even the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace dares to show itself within the State of Chu in broad daylight."
"All of this is enough to show that... the State of Chu is about to descend into