Heavenly Court.
Immortal Realm of Yaochi.
Immortal music curled through the air, auspicious vapor steamed upward, and a group of immortal maidens were dancing gracefully, their figures lithe and lovely.
After the gloom of the Investiture of the Gods Calamity dispersed, the Primordial Wilderness welcomed a rare period of peace.
The disciples of the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect successively ascended to take up posts, and Haotian and Yaochi's moods became especially pleasant because of it.
At this moment, Haotian was sitting side by side with Yaochi in the seats of honor, admiring the song and dance before them, savoring immortal fruits and fine wine, perfectly leisurely and at ease.
Just then, a heavenly soldier strode quickly into the Immortal Realm and bowed to report.
"Reporting to Your Majesty and the Empress, outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, a Daoist requests an audience. He calls himself Bian Zhuang and says he has come by his master's command to place himself under the Heavenly Court."
The immortal music stopped abruptly, and the hall instantly fell silent.
Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance and understood at once.
What was meant to come had come after all.
Saint Taiqing had finally begun to place his pieces.
Thoughts raced through Haotian's mind, but his face did not move in the slightest. He merely spoke evenly.
"Summon him to Yaochi for an audience."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The heavenly soldier accepted the order and withdrew.
Yaochi spoke softly, carrying a trace of inquiry.
"Your Majesty, it seems this is the Human Sect disciple the Old Lord spoke of."
Haotian gave a slight nod, lifted his wine cup, and gently swirled the Jade Nectar within.
"Indeed. Counting the time, he should have arrived by now."
Before long, a young Daoist in a Daoist robe, looking rather honest