Dan Fubo ignored how disgracefully his family was acting and exclaimed, "Who does Third Brother plan to send? No matter what, that Suijie fellow has the Heavenly King of the Imperial Way's Mansion behind him—and, if we're speaking broadly, the Evil Court as well. If I weren't wary of that, why would I bother wasting my breath on that Song fellow? So if we're going to do this, we have to be quick and discreet. Besides, that Suijie fellow is no pushover. If the people we send can't win for certain, things will blow up and cause another uproar."
Dan Fuhai said, "Old Six, you've really grown. You're thinking things through more and more carefully. Since you've considered all that, I can rest easy leaving this matter to you..."
Then Dan Fuhai named someone. Dan Fubo's eyebrows shot up, and he slapped his hands together. "Brilliant, Third Brother! You're still the best. Sending him means we won't have to take even the slightest risk. By the way, when do we act?"
Dan Fuhai said, "Didn't that Suijie fellow set the date? We'll let the host decide."
When the first ray of morning sunlight touched the summit of Bright Mountain, where the Phoenix Power Guard was stationed, the green flagstones of the vast training grounds were gilded with pure gold.
Early that morning, skilled craftsmen began building a tall display platform on the training grounds.
More than a hundred transparent display cases stood on the platform. Inside were either bloodied, gruesome severed limbs, confession statements bearing bloody handprints, or Ruyi Pearls whose seals had been broken so they could play various recordings in turn, along with all manner of other supporting evidence.
The atmosphere they had created here was enough to make anyone who approached the platform think: the Dan Family