"This was the place."
High among the clouds, Fuying's figure flickered into view. The moment he appeared, he looked down.
The outline of Huaiyin City had already entered his sight.
With that thought, he was about to descend and investigate.
But just then, a voice came from beside him—
"Brother Xu, we meet again."
Fuying turned toward the voice and saw Old Man Tushan.
"Tushan Daoist Friend. I didn't expect you here too."
Fuying's expression did not change, but he stopped his descent.
"You really do dote on this disciple of yours, Brother Xu. You followed your connection all the way here in person. Has your injury healed?" Old Man Tushan laughed and pointed below. "The Sacred Gate disciples proved useless. After all that commotion, they nearly ended up with a Bamboo Basket drawing water—a futile effort. Now that I know, I can hardly stand by and leave them to it. We are fellow disciples, after all."
"Daoist Friend, you jest. Does your Creation Dao even have fellowship between disciples?" Fuying narrowed his eyes. "But since you're here, then..."
"Then we can only keep an eye on each other. With each of us restraining the other, neither can make a move. Let's see whose disciple has the better move! After all, we only had a chance to intervene here because the Immortal Sect, the Buddhist School, and the Underworld Office held one another in balance. Now it's our turn to hold each other in check..." As Old Man Tushan spoke, he looked to the other side. "What do you say?"
Fuying looked over as well, his face turning grave.
A figure slowly took shape, glimmering faintly, with Incense Smoke Aura curling around him.
Surprise crossed Old Man Tushan's face. "So it's the god of the Huai River! Huainan is thick