It was late at night again, at the Great Sea God Temple in Anshui City.
"Brother Changshou?"
The Gold-inlaid Jade Divine Statue at the side sent out strands of divine sense, calling to him.
A moment later, the main idol responded. The two strands of divine sense entered the dream of clouds and mist again, and Ao Yi once more saw the figure standing beneath the statue's feet.
Ao Yi hurried forward, his eyes shining and his youthful face full of spirit.
"Brother Changshou! My father has already begun mobilizing troops and assigning generals! Those Western... those people have coveted our Dragon Clan for far too long! This time, we must let them know that our Dragon Clan is not something they can knead and squeeze as they please!"
Hearing this, Li Changshou felt no great stir in his heart. It was within his expectations.
The Dragon Clan had not yet lost its pride. They were unlikely to retreat without a fight.
But what came next had to be planned with utmost care.
They could not hurt the Western Teachings too badly, lest striking the small ones draw out the old ones. Nor could too many mortals be killed or injured, adding to his karmic burden.
Li Changshou said, "Do not be happy yet. The enemy we face this time is no ordinary foe. Besides, once war breaks out, casualties are unavoidable. That is not something worth rejoicing over."
"Mm, Brother Changshou's lesson is correct."
Ao Yi immediately wiped away his smile, cupped his hands in a Daoist salute, and showed a look of shame.
Then Ao Yi told him what he had done over the past two days.
He had rushed back to the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace to meet his father and, as Li Changshou had instructed, reported