"Have they left the city?"
Zhao Ji was leafing through a Taoist canon in his study, carefully pondering its true meaning word by word. He had gone over the two characters "pure yang" again and again in particular.
When the chief eunuch entered to report on the whereabouts of the three immortals' disciples, Zhao Ji said nothing. His expression remained calm as he continued reading the Taoist canon.
After a long while, Zhao Ji suddenly asked, "Old companion, do you know why I am so certain that these visitors are true immortals?"
The chief eunuch lowered his head slightly. "This old servant dares not speculate on Your Majesty's thoughts."
Zhao Ji smiled. "You old servant, just say it."
The chief eunuch fell silent for a moment before replying, "Could it be because they possess no yin evil?"
At those words, Zhao Ji let out a deep sigh but did not speak for some time.
After a long while, Zhao Ji set down the Taoist canon and rose. He slowly paced back and forth through the imperial study for a while, then performed a set of slow Taoist fist forms. Only after finishing did he say, "It is precisely because they possess no yin evil."
As Zhao Ji reminisced and pondered, he said, "There are countless Taoist arts, evil arts, and demon arts in this world, and many possess immense power. Take the Heaven Gate Formation, for example. Back then, the Yang family was nearly wiped out by it. The formation stretched for dozens of miles, with ghosts wailing and wolves howling, heaven collapsing and earth splitting. It could be called the great might of heaven and earth, no weaker than a true immortal's Refining Sword into Thread. Yet the Heaven Gate Formation was still not the power of immortals, and