Autumn, Yue Land.
The autumn air was crisp, the vault of heaven washed clean.
The radiance of Yuanluo Star that shone over Southern Heaven skirted this stretch of land. No scorching flames of Li Fire appeared high above; instead, countless white rainbows streamed across the sky, stirring the autumn winds to greater strength.
On a peak of Peaceful Mountain, within the Mysterious Hall.
Qingjing sat high above in an immortal robe of gray-white embroidered with golden patterns, gazing down with cold eyes.
A young man knelt below him, bearing a seventy- or eighty-percent resemblance to Qingjing. The resolute, murderous air on his face was much the same. A white rainbow faintly circled him-once unleashed, it would never retreat, with no regret even unto death.
Qingjing spoke, his voice even:
"Once I have made my attempt, you may enter seclusion to seek your divine ability. With Lü Zhao watching over you, no one will come looking for trouble. The temples outside the mountain have been somewhat restless. I have already sent men to give them a warning. Once you take your position, offer them a few benefits."
"Chan Wei... Zou Huanyue. Though he remembers his debt to our Qing, we refused to let him cultivate Geng back then and forced him to study Water instead. He still harbors resentment, so you must guard against him. As for the Lü, Lü Zhao has no taste for playing with power. He intends to seek Victory, and the stakes are immense. You may use some of our reserves to help him, but do not stake everything on him. Remember, do not provoke him! Lü Guan is his grandson. He has a mild temperament and cultivates Greater Yin, so he is all the less suited to wielding power. He cannot shake your position." "As for