Beneath the clear, chilly great lotus dais, over the shimmering water, a white cloud drifted slowly from north to south.
Li Changshou maintained the appearance of an old immortal with white brows and white hair, keeping a distance from Daoist Cihang...
A full seven feet!
His gaze remained straight ahead, his ears heard no more than necessary. Though he had raised a barrier around them, the Immortal Power Barrier was transparent and clear, incapable of causing any misunderstanding.
At the edge of the lotus dais, Zhao Gongming folded his arms and asked in puzzlement, "Junior Brother Lü Yue, why do you think Junior Sister Cihang sought Chang Geng out for a private talk?"
"Senior Brother, I truly do not know."
Lü Yue sighed. "I have only heard that among the Chan Teachings Twelve Golden Immortals, Junior Sister Cihang is gentle and upright, and her cultivation realm is quite impressive."
Holy Mother Jinling snorted. "At any rate, it cannot be anything good."
"Exactly," Zhao Gongming said. "Things have begun to clear up. Chang Geng is the Presider of the Calamity for this Great Cataclysm. Chang Geng is a disciple of the Dao Sect and a Heavenly Court Official. Even the Heavenly Dao Lord owes him merit. Their ties are already almost impossible to sort out. It is only natural for Chan Teaching to wish to draw Chang Geng over."
Hearing this, Lü Yue began to worry as well. "Could it be that Chan Teaching wishes to..."
Zhao Gongming and Holy Mother Jinling exchanged a look. Their expressions both turned solemn, clearly taking this matter seriously.
Grandpa Zhao said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Lü Yue, let me ask you something. You must answer honestly."
"Ask away, Senior Brother Gongming. I will tell you all I know."
Zhao Gongming lowered his