Chapter 943: Dingjiao (I)
The Dragon Son extends his invitation... Kongheng immediately looked up. Li Zhouwei was staring thoughtfully at Huiyao, who was still kneeling on the ground. The monk suddenly felt a pang of regret, Huiyao’s really picked up some tricks over the years. He’s grown cunning.
Kongheng wasn’t ignorant of worldly scheming, but as a monk of Buddhist teachings, he could not allow himself to judge others with suspicion. It was only now that realization struck; this whole grand display had been the Serpent Dragon Palace’s invitation banquet. Huiyao had intentionally used a congratulatory excuse to brush him off, fearing the monk might refuse the invitation on the heir’s behalf.
The old demon’s a fast learner. After decades of practice, he’s mastered the act! thought Kongheng.
Now that the meeting had happened in person and Huiyao had bowed to invite the heir, turning down the invitation would be a direct insult to the Dragon Son. And with the dragon’s power in full bloom, there were likely few in the Eastern Sea who would dare to do such a thing.
As the monk pondered, Li Zhouwei descended from the platform. With a crisp clang, the crescent-bladed halberd vanished into a storage pouch. He stepped in front of Huiyao and spoke softly, "Please rise, Fellow Daoist."
Huiyao’s heart gave a sudden jolt as he heard Li Zhouwei pass by and step toward the edge of the main hall.
The heir smiled faintly as he said, "How could I possibly disobey the invitation of the Dragon Son?"
Relieved, Huiyao got up and turned to Kongheng, speaking in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist, I ask you to open the formation."
As Kongheng began casting spells and forming seals, the invisible barrier in the sky faded away. Huiyao removed a large orange-red conch from his waist, pressed it to his lips, puffed up his cheeks, and blew. A thunderous sound echoed at once.
Woooooo...