"Monk Fadeng."
Chen Cuo turned and saw the newcomers: the monk and the Daoist. Duan Changjiu had come as well.
The two descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard.
"Please don't take offense," Monk Fadeng said, pressing his palms together in apology. "Though we could not prevent you brothers from meeting, that does not mean we cannot come and observe. What this fellow cultivator of the Creation Dao intends to do concerns the past and future, heaven and All Under Heaven. We cannot ignore it!"
Chen Fangtai's expression grew increasingly complicated. By his reckoning, these two were clearly Immortal Sect cultivators, people he ought to court and treat with respect. At any other time, he would have gone straight over to greet them. But they were so familiar with his disobedient Second Younger Brother that, for a moment, he had no idea how to address them.
"Oh?" Chen Cuo seemed unsurprised, as though he had expected them. He even extended his Divine Sense and searched for a moment. Finding no trace of the Green-Robed Man came as something of a surprise.
Once that surprise passed, Chen Cuo looked at the people in the courtyard with perfect composure and smiled. "Now that nearly everyone is here, and disciples of three schools have gathered, we have three Longevity cultivators present—no, four, counting me. Why not Heaven-Opening and speak plainly? What does this so-called chance to glimpse the Dao mean?"
As he spoke, he thought of the seven Dao Trees on that vast land.
Monk Fadeng smiled. "You must have realized that the Buddhist School, the Immortal Sect, the Creation Dao cultivators, and even the Netherworld's Underworld Office have all become involved in the affairs of All Under Heaven to some degree. Each has shown a desire to see one Dynasty