Changshou Arrives, Medium Cup

On Lesser Qiong Peak, fallen leaves drifted down in an endless rustle.

Li Changshou remained silent.

He had simulated King Zhou's death countless times. This was merely a scenario that appeared every time, so it had not stirred him greatly.

But for King Zhou to die like this...

Li Changshou truly had not expected it, and faint ripples rose in his Dao heart.

"Martial Ancestor's main purpose in coming to Lesser Qiong Peak was still to keep this disciple from interfering with the process of Zhou replacing Shang, wasn't it?"

Li Changshou said slowly,

"Actually, Martial Ancestor need not have come here. This disciple's first concern is the Dao Sect. Besides, I had already given King Zhou many hints. I would not interfere too much in the affairs of the Mortal World."

Hongjun smiled. "You do have something of the bearing of the one presiding over the Investiture of the Gods."

Li Changshou let out a soft breath, took jade talismans from his sleeve one after another, and laid them before himself.

"Martial Ancestor won the second round.

Will Martial Ancestor name the third round?"

"Chang Geng, there is no need to take this too seriously," Hongjun said with a smile. "You and I have each won a round. Why not call off the third round?"

"Let us still begin the third round, Martial Ancestor. It was not easy for us to reach a situation where I held the advantage."

Li Changshou revealed a slight smile as well. With a light tap of his fingers, the jade talismans before him shattered one after another.

At that instant, throughout the Three Thousand Worlds, two jade talismans in the sleeves of Venerable Wangqing, Jiang Lin'er, Jiu Jiu, Bai Ze, and other beings closely connected to Lesser Qiong Peak each shattered.

Hongjun smiled.