In the void, no one noticed.
At some unknown moment, a swaying figure had silently appeared above Longevity Mountain.
He stood casually amid the clouds, as though one with Heaven and Earth. Though he was plainly there, no living being could sense his presence.
Gu Changqing leisurely gulped down several mouthfuls of fine wine. The liquor slid down his throat, its rich fragrance spreading through the void, only to be silently sealed away by an invisible layer of Dao Rhythm.
His hazy, drunken eyes settled on the ravaged battlefield outside Wuzhuang Temple, and the corners of his mouth lifted into an intrigued smile.
"Uh... is Qingfeng showing the guests out on Zhen Yuanzi's behalf?"
Gu Changqing murmured to himself, his voice exceedingly soft, steeped in an intoxication that had endured through the ages as it drifted through the unnoticed void.
His gaze pierced layer upon layer of dust and space, already discerning every thread of karma.
There were some things Zhen Yuanzi could not conveniently do himself.
After all, his status as the master of Wuzhuang Temple was undeniable. He was an Ancient Mighty Expert, an existence at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.
Personally attacking Sanzang, the mortal reincarnation of Golden Cicada, would be beneath his dignity and sound disgraceful if word spread.
But Qingfeng was different.
Qingfeng was an attendant who served him personally. Put kindly, he was someone close to Zhen Yuanzi;
Put unkindly, he was merely a Daoist attendant guarding the gate.
It was perfectly reasonable for him to act.
A gatekeeping attendant was addressed as "boy" by a monk who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth. Taking offense, he casually sent the monk flying with a palm strike. If word of that spread, no one could fault Zhen Yuanzi.
That