Amid faint rustling, the inconspicuous mosquito on the Paper Daoist's shoulder quietly vanished.
Li Changshou's heart stirred slightly. He sent a message to Daoist Wen Jing's Divine Sense, which had not yet fully dispersed: "Later, don't keep appearing in the form of this mosquito. Better safe than sorry. From now on... add some disguise to your divine ability. Make yourself look like Jin Chan or a grasshopper."
Within a hidden cave abode at the foot of Spirit Mountain, Daoist Wen Jing, soaking in a pool, was momentarily dumbfounded.
Lord Star Lord truly... was rather hard to put into words.
In the underground secret chamber of Lesser Qiong Peak, Li Changshou spread out a sheet of paper and quietly sorted through the other side's scheme.
The information Daoist Wen Jing had brought was not too different from what Truth Listener had provided, merely viewed from a slightly different angle.
From the evil cultivators' jade token that True Lord Yu Ding had intercepted by chance, the evil cultivators had received orders to annihilate several human rulers and leaders in the Southern Jambu Continent—the so-called 'mortal emperors.'
Maitreya had gone to 'confide' in Ksitigarbha, revealing a clearer and more detailed scheme. The target was the ruling family of the Shang Tribe—the descendants of 'Qi.'
And the information Daoist Wen Jing brought was the order she herself had received.
That order was not for her to personally deal with mortals. Rather, she was to wait south of the Southern Sea. Whether those evil cultivators succeeded or failed, she was to wait at the other end of their 'retreat route' and leave none of those hired evil cultivators alive, annihilating them all.
Three pieces of information, three different angles, yet they could be reasonably pieced together.
The Western Teachings wanted to spend the least possible