"Shen Gongbao?"
Yun Zhongzi, who had been teaching Nezha to cultivate at the residence, looked up at the name.
He calculated on his fingers and said, "Shen Gongbao is a Chan Sect Outer Disciple. He is also on good terms with Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong. He means no harm in coming here."
"Perhaps Shen Gongbao is the key to quelling the rebellion on the Northern Border."
"You should make good use of him."
Li Jing had never heard of Shen Gongbao.
But since a "sage of old" of the Human Race had said so, he had another opinion to consider.
Li Jing thought it over.
After putting on his armor, he went up onto the city wall.
A group of strong, capable subordinates followed him.
He looked down sternly at the figure below and said coldly, "The Grand Preceptor is gravely ill and has yet to recover. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"Greetings, Commander Li."
Shen Gongbao cupped his hands. "This humble Daoist is Shen Gongbao, a Chan Sect Outer Disciple. Your two sons, Jin Zha and Muzha, are also Chan Sect Disciples, making us fellow disciples."
"I had originally returned to the Kunlun Mountains to ask my teacher how to destroy the rebels of the North Sea."
"But when I heard that the Grand Preceptor had been attacked during the mutiny on the Northern Border, my heart burned with worry, and I hurried back."
"I wish only to help the Grand Preceptor defeat the enemy and reclaim the lost territory. I have no other purpose."
He stood tall and lean, with something of an immortal's unworldly bearing.
His expression was neither servile nor arrogant.
But Li Jing had heard a few things about the Chan Sect from his two sons.
He knew that the orthodox