The Great Void Tower was packed to capacity on the ninth day of the twelfth month.
This was the final Great Void meeting of Dao Calendar 3929.
It had been far too long since these people had gathered, and their auras were so powerful that the ancient tower actually seemed a little crowded.
Zhong Xuanyin sat there, looking somewhat surprised. Holding his knife-stylus, he stared in bafflement at this baffling group of people.
Only he and Ju Kui had never missed a meeting.
One enforced the Dharma's rules with rigor; the other had to keep records at every session.
Of course, this was also their way of cultivation—seen from that perspective, they were diligent cultivators.
Once one reached the True Insight realm, progress became exceedingly slight, while the Dao path stretched far ahead. It was best to advance steadily, step by step. After all, not everyone could be like Jiang Wang, climbing from one path to the next, each mountain higher than the last.
"Mr. Zhong, you look as though you're gripping a dagger and about to stab me." Jiang Wang, seated opposite him, wore a rather solemn expression.
Zhong Xuanyin gave a 'heh,' tapping his knife-stylus against the bamboo slips like a chef's knife striking a chopping block. "The historian's brush is iron. Do evil, and you'll be cut by the blade of the brush. Pavilion Member Jiang had best be careful. Don't let this old man catch any fault of yours—I won't cover it up for you."
Jiang Wang swept out a hand grandly. "Jiang is open and aboveboard, with nothing he cannot tell others. Please, sir, record whatever you wish!"
"When True Lord Jiang was at a famous establishment in Linzi, resting his head on a beauty's thigh while researching Daoist Arts, testing their tones one by