In a place the Old Nong couldn't see, within the ocean of Lu Xuan's mind, the Qing Ping Sword and the Celestial Venerable Cyan Lamp would flash every so often. After a moment of silence, they would flash again...
As if they were thieves.
Time passed. Lu Xuan expounded on the Dao. When he spoke of the Supreme Dao, the Old Nong's smile bloomed like a flower. When he spoke of the Primordial Dao, the Old Nong scowled with knitted brows. And when he spoke of the Spirit Treasure Dao, the Old Nong stomped his feet in anger...
And yet, despite the Old Nong's strange behavior, not a single Immortal or Buddha noticed anything amiss. They still saw him as an ordinary old farmer and paid him no mind.
A Dao Fruit Cultivator could destroy the Celestial Realms with a single thought and remake All Realms with another. To cloud the minds of those beneath the level of Dao Fruit was a simple matter.
