Gongming's Grand Wedding!

The day after the first battle between Chan Teaching and Jie Teaching, on the mist-shrouded Three Immortal Island.

All eight great disciples of Jie Teaching, save Holy Mother Wudang, had gathered here. After drinking a few cups of tea and eating some dim sum made by Bixiao, they began discussing the previous battle.

Daoist Duobao slumped backward and complained weakly, "This is far too difficult."

Bang!

Holy Mother Jinling slapped the stone table and cursed, "Senior Brother, you truly should not have said those things. You should have gone straight to war with them and fought to your heart's content!"

Duobao spread his hands and asked, "Then what if the Two Saints of the Western Teachings come?"

Holy Mother Jinling was instantly at a loss for words.

Yunxiao, who sat quietly to the side, pondered slightly before saying softly, "Could we think of some way to keep Saints from participating in conflicts between disciples of Saints?"

"Impossible." Zhao Gongming leaned against a stone pillar in the pavilion. "Why had Chan Teaching kept shielding the Western Teachings before? They had been waiting for this all along.

Second Martial Uncle's schemes run too deep. Little disciples like us are no match for him."

Qiongxiao snorted. "It still feels a bit excessive."

Holy Mother Guiling gently offered a defense. "When all is said and done, it is also because we have too many immortals, while Chan Teaching is under greater pressure. Otherwise, Second Martial Uncle should be quite kindly."

Bixiao sighed softly. "If only Grand Martial Uncle could support us."

"Grand Martial Uncle will only help the side that gains the upper hand," Zhao Gongming said. "We discussed this before. Grand Martial Uncle's goal must be to preserve more of the Dao Sect's vital energy."

The seven male and female immortals fell silent