"Kunlun should have three True Immortals descended to the mortal world. Even if I've crippled one, they certainly won't let it rest."
In a Pavilion one street away from the Chen Residence, Chen Cuo sat by a window, holding a cup of tea in his right hand and rubbing a wisp of Immortal Aura between the fingers of his left. At his ease, he watched the scene in the residence across the way.
"I deliberately revealed Chen Yi to give shape to the beginnings of a legend spanning immortals and mortals. But spreading it will take time. Since Kunlun has intervened directly, though, that should save me at least ten years of work. Speaking of which, why has there been no word of immortals descending from Great Hua Mountain? Has the Upper Realm lost trust in them and decided to leave them out in the cold? Or has everyone who descended this time come after my Taihua?"
He narrowed his eyes and calculated on his fingers, faintly touching upon a vast, terrifying shadow.
"I thought you'd go after the Buddhist School first once you descended. Instead, you're still picking fights with your own. How disappointing."
Chen Cuo drained his tea, rose, and turned his gaze toward the edge of the city.
"The Daoist investigating the Chen Residence is only a stone tossed out to test the waters. The one watching from outside the city is the key. Hmm, that works. Li Shimin is troubled and looking for a Peaceful World Method, a Problem Solver. I also need a suitable moment for Chen Yi to take the stage. I'll use this chance to force that Kunlun Visitor out, then clear away Chang'an's Buddhist troubles as well!"
With that thought, Chen Cuo raised his right hand and swept his index finger through