Hou Niao finally received his Daoist Register. He turned it this way and that, thoroughly delighted.
He was not putting on an act. Had his childhood dream not been to join the Daoist Sect and become a respected preacher of the Dao? Although his outlook had changed as he grew older, that original aspiration remained. He had never forgotten it.
"Now he's got his eye on you. Happy?"
The two left the main hall and met up with Lanting, and Daoist Zhan could not help complaining.
Hou Niao disagreed. "You've got it wrong. It's not that he's got his eye on me-he knows I've got my eye on him! Heh, believe it or not, from now on he'll never be able to concentrate on cultivating again. Every day, he'll be steeped in thoughts of revenge, until he either goes mad or suffers cultivation deviation! That's fine. I'll take whatever he throws at me. This is a long game. It wouldn't be any fun if it ended all at once!"
Daoist Zhan was very serious. "Have you never considered what harm he might do to Anhe after he goes mad?"
Hou Niao remained unconcerned. "What harm could he do? At worst, Northern and Southern Anhe will have a bloody showdown. If you ask me, you should have fought it out long ago, instead of dragging things out, wasting your own time and putting everyone else through the wringer."
Beside them, Lanting blinked. "So you gave Martial Uncle Chongxi a beating? I was wondering why his head looked a whole size bigger when he came out. Oh dear, I was the one who brought you here. Now Martial Uncle Chongxi will hate me too."
Daoist Zhan glared at her. "You shouldn't have brought him here! You should have informed me first."
Lanting