Shanhai shook his head. "You can't blame that lad Zhong Min for this."
"That grandson of yours has an exceedingly unusual fate. It isn't within this world at all, and precisely because of that, he has a chance to evade heaven's secrets and become the second person after Patriarch Zheng."
"Back then, Ye Chen knew that heaven's loathing had yet to fade, and he had no wish to keep a lonely vigil in this mortal world for thousands upon thousands of years."
"He spent eight thousand years of lifespan on a single divination, following Chen Linyuan's fortune to deduce the existence of this person who lay outside the divinatory signs. If..."
"Don't tell me all this. His Dao Path is his own to decide."
The purple-robed old Daoist waved a hand. "If he can't be divined, it means heaven protects him. Others have even less right to interfere."
He stood up, Spiritual Power surging throughout his body.
"As for matters concerning Chen Linyuan, you can discuss them with the people of Jun Mountain. I'm not interested."
No sooner had he finished speaking than his purple-robed figure vanished from the mountaintop, before Shanhai could even respond.
"Well..."
Shanhai sighed softly.
Ah, how difficult.
Just then, someone came walking slowly up from below the mountain.
Wen Changming, sect master of the Taiyi Sect, wore a black-and-white Daoist robe, with an ink-black crown binding his hair.
He bowed slightly, his face showing neither sorrow nor joy, and respectfully asked Daoist Shanhai, "Master, may I ask why you summoned me?"
Shanhai held a fishing rod, not the slightest pressure of Spiritual Power emanating from him. He looked like nothing more than an ordinary cultivator.
Who could have guessed that he was the supreme elder of the Taiyi Sect, the revered master of its current