The so-called Plague Gods were, in truth, a rather vague designation.
Among the gods of the Heavenly Court, where there were Gods of Fortune, there were naturally Plague Gods as well. Where the Heavenly Mandate waxed, it also waned.
But upon hearing the name Lü Yue, Li Changshou's first thought was of that great poison master of the Investiture of the Gods who claimed to be unrivaled in slaughter below the Saints, and who had overturned the Zhou Kingdom's army with a single strange poison.
Like Golden Ao Island, Nine Dragon Island was a fairly renowned Daoist sacred ground, though its reputation was somewhat weaker than Golden Ao Island's.
As he gazed at the old Daoist, thoughts whirled through Li Changshou's mind. He smiled and sent a voice transmission: "Please do not make a fuss, Dao Brother. I have important business here as well. Let us meet later and discuss this in detail."
The old Daoist's eyes sharpened, and he seemed somewhat angered as he berated him through voice transmission: "What sort of place is this? This is a renowned place of pleasure and romance in the Three Realms! I truly never expected Junior Brother Chang Geng to possess such a character! It pains my heart to the utmost! Is this not tragic indeed!"
Just as the old Daoist finished his voice transmission, a young woman emerged from the curtained window behind him and softly called, "Senior, what are you looking at? Everyone is waiting for you to come over."
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Lü Yue answered warmly, wrapped an arm around the woman's waist, and was about to return to the pavilion.
Before leaving, he did not forget to turn and glare at Li Changshou, continuing his scolding through voice transmission: "I truly never expected you to be this