"Grand Master Xuandu's Lesser Mage?"
On an inconspicuous island somewhere in the Southern Sea, Daoist Wen Jing, clad in a blood-red gauze dress, sat within the shadow of a reef. She slowly opened her narrow phoenix eyes, light flickering within them.
Could this be the one who had ruined her plans when she had plotted against the Du Xian Sect?
She had naturally witnessed the scene of that Lesser Mage destroying her puppet. Not only had she seen it—she had entrusted a wisp of her mind to the blood mosquito controlling that Sea Clan false Golden Immortal, allowing her to sense the battle at close range.
Had the other party not acted too quickly, with too many real and false incarnations dazzling her before she could react, she would have directly descended with her divine sense then and there.
"A Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator should have been no more than an ant, yet he could actually..."
One formation after another that had appeared from thin air surfaced in Daoist Wen Jing's mind, along with that bizarre divine ability, One Qi Transforms into Three Turbid Ones, and that evocative title...
Gradually, a thought she herself found absurd slowly emerged in Daoist Wen Jing's heart.
Could this Lesser Mage be that man's disciple?
Otherwise, how could that man possibly let someone so brazenly misuse his title go so easily...
As for why the Human Teaching had intervened in the affairs of the Sea Clan and Dragon Clan, or exactly whom the "His Majesty" mentioned by Grand Master Xuandu's Lesser Mage referred to, that was not Daoist Wen Jing's concern.
The ones responsible for plotting against the Dragon Clan were disciples of the two Saint Lords. She merely handled the dirty work as an assistant. This scheme to lay an ambush for the