On a distant mountaintop.
Xuanzhen the Taoist flicked his horsetail whisk and said with a laugh, "Marquis Jing'an sure talks big, he even wants to annihilate Lingxiu Villa!"
Standing beside him, Zhang Ye stroked his beard and said indifferently, "What's impossible about that?"
"What do you mean?"
Xuanzhen looked at his old friend in astonishment.
Zhang Ye glanced at him and whispered, "You don't think I am here alone, do you?"
"Aren't you?" asked Xuanzhen.
Zhang Ye didn't answer, but his silence had already informed Xuanzhen about the seriousness of the court's resolve.
After pondering for a moment, Xuanzhen said, "Right, even you have been asked to come, it seems that quite a few people must have gathered at Sanshan Valley! Is Old Lady Meng here too?"
"I don't know," Zhang Ye replied.
"Tsk tsk, if she's here too, that would indeed be lively!" Xuanzhen leaned against a tree and laughed nonchalantly.
Zhang Ye gathered his sleeves, "The real excitement is yet to come!"
