Anshui City, Back Hall.
A Water-Fire Taiji appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating as it bore Water and Fire Power.
The Great Mage leaped out from within, his expression somewhat grim.
When the Water-Fire Taiji dissipated, the Great Mage's sleeve fluttered softly, and a pinch of ashes drifted out. Amid specks of fluorescence, they transformed into Li Changshou's figure.
He was still in the guise of that old immortal, with the phantom of a pagoda hovering over his chest.
The Great Mage let out a breath and sat directly back down in his round-backed chair. He fell silent for a while before sighing.
"This Martial Uncle is rather too..."
Holding a Fly Whisk at his side, Li Changshou said quietly, "Great Mage, after all, he is a Saint Lord..."
"Yes, I know," the Great Mage said with a slow nod. "I should have listened to you then and severed that Jin Chan's cast-off shell before this Martial Uncle.
"I had thought it would be improper to stir up conflict between the Western Teachings and the Daoist Sect over this matter.
"But now, it seems there is no need to speak of saving face with the West.
"They never cared for the words 'saving face' to begin with."
To be fair, even when the Great Mage lost his temper, he remained so refined and easygoing.
Li Changshou did not know how to console him.
That Saint Lord truly was...
Beyond words.
A short while earlier, at the ruins of the Great Spirit Explosion.
Daoist Zhunti, the Second Cult Master of the Western Teachings, had appeared. His face was blurred, and his body was shrouded in rosy light. He said that Jin Chan had karma with the West and told the two of them to stop.
Li Changshou had secretly suggested