The furnishings inside the Three Pure Ones Hall were extremely simple.
The four walls were bare, with no unnecessary decorations, only a few diagrams of runes inscribed with the power of laws hanging upon them.
Six meditation cushions stood in the center of the hall, with the Three Pure Ones occupying three of them.
On the central cushion sat an old man with white hair and white eyebrows. Yin-yang qi circulated ceaselessly around him, and his aura was as deep as an abyss. This was Taiqing Laozi.
On the cushion to the left sat a middle-aged Daoist with a dignified face and a piercing gaze. The Light of Chaos flickered faintly around him. This was Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun.
On the cushion to the right sat a handsome young Daoist with keen eyes. Sword intent flowed faintly around him. This was Sect Master Tongtian of Shangqing.
Di Jiang cupped his hands first, his voice steady and strong. "Di Jiang of the Witch Clan, accompanied by my brothers Zhu Jiuyin and Pan Xuan, has taken the liberty of visiting. Greetings, fellow Daoists."
Taiqing Laozi nodded slightly and extended a hand in invitation. "You have come a long way, fellow Daoists. Please, sit."
His tone was mild, though hardly cold. White Crane Boy brought over three meditation cushions and placed them opposite the three.
Pan Xuan and the other two took their seats in turn.
The instant he sat down, Di Jiang's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
He sat facing the Three Pure Ones, only a few dozen feet away, and could clearly sense their auras.
At that very moment, an inexplicable loathing suddenly welled up within him.
That loathing had no apparent cause. It seemed like an instinct rooted deep within his bloodline, urging him to distance himself from the three before him-or