Many years ago, on the night True Person Jingyang's false cave abode opened, the Zen Child saw Jing Jiu for the first time, then escorted this "junior" part of the way with a Lotus Cloud.
During the Plum Gathering, Jing Jiu wrote scattered Blood Plum Blossoms in the Dao Battle, drawing his attention once again.
Some years ago at Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, the Qilin's incarnation arrived, and True Person Taiping and the Profound Yin Ancestor suddenly struck, only to return with their feathers clipped. Liu Ci and the Divine Emperor had been the ones to act, but Jing Jiu had been the key figure.
In the Western Sea Campaign, a streak of Sword Light swept across heaven and earth. After the spring rain, this young "junior" became the Green Mountain Sect Master.
Nothing could withstand careful thought.
The Zen Child had long suspected Jing Jiu's true identity, but he had never written to ask, because he found his own suspicion absurd.
Just like Nan Wang, just like Guo Dong.
The more familiar and close people had been with Jingyang in his previous life, the less they could believe it.
Even if everyone on the Chaotian Continent died, the Turbid River ran dry, that snowy peak in the far north collapsed, and the Great Whirlpool vanished, how could Jingyang possibly have lost?
So the Zen Child had accepted that rumor too, or rather, had forced himself to use it to convince himself.
Jing Jiu was the bloodline Jingyang had left behind and had inherited his true teachings and treasures. That was why the speed of his cultivation and breakthroughs shocked the world, dazzling past and present...
Only today had he finally learned the truth, and his mind had suffered an enormous shock.
All that talk of profound Zen practice, all those