Master and Disciple Turn Against Each Other

Inside the royal palace hall, Wang Xian looked oddly at the capable individuals Shen Gongbao had invited. There was one person among them whom Wang Xian had never expected to see. Empress Shi Ji! That was right, the very Empress Shi Ji who had been peacefully cultivating at home, only to be burned alive by True Man Taiyi with the Nine Fire Dragon Coils. "National Preceptor, do you know me?" Seeing Wang Xian looking at her strangely, Empress Shi Ji could not help but ask. "I have heard of Your Majesty's deeds," Wang Xian replied with a smile. Empress Shi Ji nodded but said nothing further. Shen Gongbao had already introduced Empress Shi Ji to everyone, and Di Xin generously held a banquet in her honor. After the feast, Empress Shi Ji departed alongside King Wucheng, Huang Feihu, for Golden Rooster Ridge. Watching Empress Shi Ji leave, Di Xin saw Wang Xian shake his head and could not help asking, "National Preceptor, do you not think highly of Empress Shi Ji?" "No. I was merely sighing over how fate toys with people," Wang Xian said with a soft sigh. In the original Investiture of the Gods, Empress Shi Ji had died an untimely death. This time, having come at Shen Gongbao's invitation to aid Great Shang, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance that she would still perish. "When does the National Preceptor intend to act?" Di Xin asked again. "Now," Wang Xian said with a smile. "Now?" Di Xin was immediately stunned. Wang Xian promptly explained, "It is not yet time for me to take the stage. My disciples will act in my stead first." "Disciples?" Di Xin was stunned again. Wang Xian's disciple immediately made him think of Nezha, who looked three or four years old but