Meeting the Appointment

The boat, under the control of the Myriad Manifestations Emperor, did not sail across the surface of the sea. Instead, it shot into a void in the blink of an eye, and when Li Zhōujūn looked again, they had already appeared on a lake surrounded by verdant mountains.

Clouds and mist swirled over the lake. The little boat threaded through them, as though wandering through a celestial paradise.

The Myriad Manifestations Emperor held a bamboo pole and stood at the bow. Looking at Li Zhōujūn seated in the cabin, he said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask where I offended you? Why did you insist on coming to trouble me?"

"It seems you truly are the sect master of the Myriad Manifestations Supreme Sect, the Myriad Manifestations Emperor." Li Zhōujūn picked up the teacup placed in the cabin, took a light sip, and said,

"You noticed my identity from the very beginning. Weren't you afraid that this tea might be poisoned?" The Myriad Manifestations Emperor was somewhat surprised.

"This fine tea can count as a reward for Li Mou's courage." Li Zhōujūn raised the teacup and gave it a little shake, smiling at the Myriad Manifestations Emperor.

In truth, even if the most poisonous thing in the world had come, Li Zhōujūn still would not have died with his Fifty-Fifty ability.

But the Myriad Manifestations Emperor did not know that.

Thus, recognition appeared in the Myriad Manifestations Emperor's eyes, along with a touch of admiration. He nodded at Li Zhōujūn and said, "Fine tea is never given to timid, shrinking people. Only the bold are worthy of savoring its sweetness."

"Actually, Li Mou wasn't really looking for trouble with you." Li Zhōujūn set down the teacup and said this to the Myriad Manifestations Emperor.

"I thought as much."