Across the lake stood a solitary nunnery, where Prince Jing Xin had been confined for many years.
As True Person Tan drew closer to the nunnery, the atmosphere by the lake grew increasingly tense.
The people of Water-Moon Convent looked anxious, turning toward the Convent Master and waiting for her final decision.
The Divine Emperor had originally intended for Prince Jing Xin to shave his head and become a monk at Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, but because of True Person Taiping, the Zen Child was deeply displeased with Green Mountain and had refused the request. Thus Prince Jing Xin had come to Water-Moon Convent. True Person Tan clearly intended to take Prince Jing Xin away so he could inherit the Divine Emperor's throne. What, then, would become of the current Crown Prince, Jing Yao?
If something went wrong, how would Water-Moon Convent answer to the Green Mountain Sect?
The Convent Master's gaze remained fixed on True Person Tan.
True Person Tan's steps appeared casual and ordinary, but in fact carried an extraordinarily profound rhythm, as though he had become one with heaven and earth. The lake remained unruffled, and Water-Moon Convent's formation registered nothing at all. Was this the highest cultivation realm of the Daoist Tradition?
The Convent Master knew she was far from True Person Tan's match. Even if she activated the grand formation and enlisted every powerful cultivator in Water-Moon Convent, she could not halt his steps.
But was she simply to watch him take someone away from Water-Moon Convent?
The Convent Master suddenly thought of the Green Mountain Madwoman who had come to make trouble a few years earlier. Resolve flashed in her eyes, and she prepared to act.
Just then, ripples suddenly stirred across the lake. She paused, slightly startled, and her gaze gradually regained its calm.