True Lord Taiyi's Little Lesson in the Art of Talking

A rough voice descended from the sky alongside crushing pressure. Dark clouds blanketed a thousand li around Chentang Pass, and gales swept through every corner. Trees snapped, roof tiles flew everywhere, and clothes that ordinary folk had not managed to bring in were torn over their courtyard walls.

More than ten old dragons coiled and churned amid the clouds, and a cry of "Li Jing!" resounded throughout Chentang Pass.

They made no attempt to conceal themselves, arriving openly to demand an accounting. All were blazing with fury, leaving the hundred thousand or so mortals of Chentang Pass trembling with unease.

In the rear courtyard of Li Mansion, Little Nezha drowsily opened his eyes. Yin Clan, who had just walked to the window, hurriedly shut the wooden shutters, then returned to the bed and gently patted her third son until he quickly fell asleep again.

In the main hall, Li Changshou's Paper Daoist had vanished without anyone noticing, but Li Changshou's voice transmission had already reached the ears of the three True Persons of Chan Teaching.

"If the Dragon Clan causes trouble, use Chan Teaching to suppress them."

True Lord Taiyi rose to his full height and shook out his sleeves, his eyes gleaming.

With those words, it was settled.

Though he could not quite understand what Li Changshou was plotting, since Li Changshou had said so, there must surely be deeper calculations behind it.

True Lord Yu Ding stood with a cold expression and walked to True Lord Taiyi's side, saying softly,

"The Dragon Clan need not be feared too greatly."

True Lord Taiyi nodded calmly, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Today, he could pick a fight with anyone!

At the seat of honor, Li Jing slowly exhaled. The hands gripping the armrests bulged slightly