Still, as someone who revered his teachers and honored the Dao, Daoist Duobao placed great faith in what Fuxi had told him.
Once the great calamity ended, his opportunity would come!
Under Daoist Duobao's overt and covert influence, Juliusun and the others said little, but their attitude toward Guangchengzi grew noticeably worse.
Daoist Duobao was immensely pleased with this.
At a time like this, however, he naturally would not reveal his connection to Xiqi.
If it truly came to light, it would only bring him trouble.
What if Juliusun and the others thought Daoist Duobao had orchestrated everything for Xiqi's sake? Wouldn't that spoil things?
And so Daoist Duobao took Daoist Cihang and the others with him, built a hut near Xiqi, and settled there.
In any case, none of them needed anything else.
Discussing the Dao was enough to absorb all their attention.
After returning, Guangchengzi also felt that something was not quite right.
He had never intended to strike so hard.
Yet, for some reason, he had severely injured Puxian.
"What happened?"
An exceptionally gentle-looking old man approached Guangchengzi and asked him softly.
"Martial uncle."
Guangchengzi offered the old man a meticulous bow before speaking.
"It was nothing serious. A few of my junior disciples failed to carry out my instructions, so I merely taught them a lesson."
With that, Guangchengzi left.
All he wanted now was to understand what exactly had happened to him.
Why had he been so agitated at the time?
Had it been because of Daoist Cihang and the others' attitude?
Or had the problem lain with that fellow who had suddenly appeared?
As he recalled what he knew about Daoist Duobao, Guangchengzi stopped in his tracks.
"Martial uncle, could I trouble you with something?"
Guangchengzi went straight back to the old man.
"I,