"So they went to such great lengths just to hold back our Taoism for a few decades?"
Zhou Tieyi was puzzled. Everyone knew that Taoists possessed the art of longevity. If a plan like this had been devised by those of the Middle Three Ranks, or even by individuals of the third or second rank, it could be called a clever scheme. But for a school of thought with a heritage spanning hundreds of generations to devise such a plan—it seemed like painting a snake and adding legs, entirely unnecessary.
The Master of Daming Dao Palace dropped a stone, sealing the fate of Zhou Tieyi’s dragon—the game had reached its end.
Chapter 69