Daoist Cangshan stood beside the lake, stroking his long beard as he gazed at its tranquil surface with a smile and sighed.
"Ah, it's been a full three hundred years since I last came here!"
"I wonder whether those old fellows in the Heavenly Water Sacred Land still remember me?"
As he spoke, he reached for a jade pendant at his waist, preparing to send a voice transmission to the old friends he had shared tea with inside and ask them to come out and welcome them.
Chun Xiaobai caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and immediately barked, "Old geezer, what are you trying to do?"
"Have them come out to welcome you, Great King!"
Daoist Cangshan spoke as though it were only natural.
Chun Xiaobai froze, then hurriedly grabbed his hand. "No welcome needed, no welcome needed! For something this trivial, I'll knock on the door myself!"
With that, he beckoned to Li Yuanqiu, who stood a short distance away.
Li Yuanqiu immediately scampered over eagerly. "Great King, what are your orders?"
"Go! Take our divine cannon-oh, no, our Divination Master-off to the side for a nice rest!"
Chun Xiaobai pointed at Daoist Cangshan.
"Right away!"
Li Yuanqiu caught his meaning, grabbed Daoist Cangshan, and led him beneath an ancient tree. With a wave of his hand, he produced a grand armchair and forcibly pressed him into it.
Chun Xiaobai looked at Daoist Cangshan's cheerful old face, then turned back toward the lake.
This Old Charlatan still had no idea they were here to "peddle demonic qi."
Best that he doesn't know!
After all, if they did too much of this unscrupulous business, sooner or later they would have no friends left.
*If this old fellow gets scared and throws down his tools, where am