Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
One azure lotus after another exploded apart. Nine streams of azure vapor drifted hazily through the air, and amid that dreamlike blur, the Desire Evil Green Lotus dispersed into currents of energy before gathering together again. From within emerged a Daoist clad in an azure robe.
This azure-robed Daoist had a kindly face and wore a jade-branch lotus crown. He did not appear old, looking like a youth of seventeen.
His gaze was sharp, like that of a dragon or eagle, his brows soaring upward. Even his features bore some resemblance to He Ping's. The only difference was that the light in his eyes was far brighter than He Ping's gloomy air.
It gave one the impression that this azure-robed Daoist was a true man of the Dao, whereas He Ping was an out-and-out devil.
Yet great treachery resembled loyalty, and great loyalty resembled treachery. No matter how benevolent the azure-robed Daoist appeared, He Ping could still sense a sinister aura rooted deep within his bones. His heart was incomparably vicious, and the evil aura around him was nearly demonic.
"This Daoist must be Guo Ding's master, Daoist Desire Evil. His appearance resembles mine, and there is a similar karmic thread between us. Under certain circumstances, he may even replace me. My future fortune may come to rest upon this man, while his calamities may instead be borne by me."
He Ping had calculated this many times and vaguely sensed certain things. He knew that the existence of this Daoist Desire Evil was extremely unfavorable to him.
From a certain perspective, the other man was like his mirror image, and also exceedingly similar to him. His future accomplishments might even be usurped by this man.
"This is strange. But if