Within the great void.
Golden auspicious clouds rose, auspicious light spilling in every direction like white blossoms. Three figures flickered within them, looking down at the grotto-heaven as it shook ever more violently.
"Hu Chu has gone too far."
Huji, dressed in a Dark Mysterious robe patterned with lotuses, spoke in a hushed voice. Fortune light rippled around him in illusory waves, while poisonous insects and curse-script shifted at its edges.
Qingyue watched the fighting below with a cheerful smile, metal qi unfurling beside him. Seeing Wei Shuang flee into the great void with a grand talisman of purple qi, he raised an eyebrow and said:
"The Frost Plum Sect belongs to a Greater Yin lineage, after all. It has declined, with only True Person [Ta Xue] remaining, but he is still someone the Louguan Dao lineage values."
"Hu Chu certainly has courage. But... he only recently came over to Great Li. Where did that strand of li fire come from?"
The True Person from Peaceful Mountain seemed to be asking a question, but he had already formed his own judgment. The Imperial Preceptor's gaze was deep and dark, his voice like a cold wind as he said icily:
"Prince Mount Li gave it to that monk. [Treasure Relay Temple] stands on the bank of the Si River, within his fief. Of all the princes, only he and the Second Prince of Misty Mountain take the keenest interest in resisting Liao."
At that, Qingyue said no more. Great Li had granted titles to many princes, but most held little real power and could not rival the might of the immortal dao. The truly powerful princes numbered no more than the fingers on one hand, and Prince Mount Li was one of them.
As for submitting to Buddhism, discussing it before