Dan Sheng hurriedly said, "Honored immortals, please see clearly—my master merely could not refuse old ties and accepted an invitation from brothers of old to help a friend through a difficulty. He truly had no intention of plotting anything."
"We naturally believe the Immortal Child's words." Iron Crutch Li waved a hand. "It is only that we have been entrusted by the Demon-Subduing Emperor to find several people and question them thoroughly. Does the Immortal Child have any way to contact your honored master?"
Dan Sheng thought for a moment, then rose. "Please follow me, honored immortals."
With that, he led them from White Cloud Cave to a platform atop a nearby peak.
At a tap of his toe, a dharma altar rose from the platform.
Dan Sheng wrote talismans and formed hand seals, pacing the stellar steps and arranging the Dipper. He stretched out a hand and drew forth a stream of watery light, which transformed into a round mirror of light.
Yet no sooner had the mirror appeared and shown White Cloud Cave Lord along with the scenery around him than it burst apart with a boom.
Dan Sheng stared blankly at the water stains scattered across the ground, then turned to the others. "My master deliberately severed the connection."
"No matter." After saying that, Iron Crutch Li asked the others, "Did any of you immortal friends recognize the scenery just now?"
When it came to the landscapes of mountains and rivers under heaven, none knew them better than the mountain gods and earth gods of every region, followed by the Day and Night Wandering Gods.
But such divine officials knew more about the lands under their own jurisdiction.
As for familiarity with the mortal world, the Eight Immortals, immortals who walked the mundane realm, naturally yielded to