"Hahahaha! It was rare to see Randeng suffer a loss—why did my Dao heart feel so refreshed!"
"Randeng had no particularly formidable divine abilities, but that lamp of his truly was extraordinary."
In Eastern Continent of Sheng, within a tavern in a market town, Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and laughed heartily, the armor on his body trembling without cease.
The three sat around a round table in the center of the spacious private room, yet their art styles were utterly different.
Kong Xuan was untouched by dust, proud beyond the mortal world, like a living being who had emerged from the Chaos Sea before chaos had opened and primordial mist had settled. There was always a holy, detached air about him.
Grandpa Zhao remained as valiant and heroic as ever. Now that his mood was light, the smile never left his lips, giving him an inexplicably comical charm.
Li Changshou's Paper Daoist sat to one side, white robes and white hair emitting a faint white glow;
At a single glance, one might think they could see the 'whole' of this Ordinary Power God of the Heavenly Court, but upon coming back to their senses, they would feel that he was instead a vast ocean, unfathomably deep...
The three drank and chatted here, naturally using Great Divine Abilities to conceal the Heavenly Secrets, lest their idle words be overheard.
Kong Xuan asked, "Could it be that Randeng is not very well liked within the Daoist sects?"
"More or less," Zhao Gongming clicked his tongue. "Originally, our Jie Teaching and the Chan Teaching often had friction because our Master and Second Martial Uncle held different views on taking disciples, while several of the senior disciples had accumulated some grudges early on.
Whenever the slightest matter arose, Randeng would fan the flames