Just as the Two Sages of the West were being tormented to the point of nearly coughing up blood, unable to advance or retreat.
In an unnamed mountain deep within Southern Jambudvipa.
Inside the Ruined Temple.
Gu Changqing, who had been resting with his eyes closed in a rocking chair, opened his eyes.
His gaze was calm. Everything that had just happened was nothing more than a dull farce outside his courtyard.
He picked up the teacup beside him and took a light sip.
The tea had already gone cold.
"Ah."
He let out a soft sigh, a hint of distaste in his voice.
"Still too slow."
"Three against one, and they nearly got beaten back. Do they even know how to fight?"
"Now it's two against three, and they're still trading blows, dragging their feet."
"They're really embarrassing me."
He shook his head, deeply dissatisfied with his disciples' efficiency in battle.
He knew that Sages were undying and indestructible, with vast reserves of Origin, and that completely suppressing them in a short time was no easy task.
But their failure to do so could only mean that his disciples' methods were not efficient enough.
"Oh, well."
"It's their first time fighting Sages, after all. Their lack of experience is understandable."
"As their Master, I ought to give them a little guidance from the sidelines."
Gu Changqing extended a finger and lightly tapped the void.
There were no earth-shaking phenomena.
There was no world-destroying might.
Only a purplish-gray speck of light, so faint it was barely visible to the naked eye, flew from his fingertip, instantly sank into the depths of nothingness, and vanished.
Having done all this, he lay back down and closed his eyes, as though nothing had happened.
On the Chaos battlefield.
"Senior brother, we