On top of Mount Taicang, heavy, thick smoke emerged from countless temples across innumerable peaks and rolled over to form an enormous whirlpool above the Palace of Xianle. “What’s going on in that Palace of yours?! The evils are all being lured over—what exactly did you put inside?!” the State Preceptor demanded. Xie Lian was dumbfounded too. “Nothing! Just…” Just what? Xie Lian suddenly remembered: that child!
