Chen Xuandu waved his hand gently, "Go forth, Fourth Brother. Since this man possesses true skill, remember not to underestimate him. Set aside the usual tricks of the Jiang Xiang Faction and contend with him using your genuine abilities. After all, you represent the face of our Longhu Taoist Temple, and I don't wish to tarnish our reputation in my later years!"
The young Taoist nodded and bowed before turning to leave.
Chen Xuandu's brow furrowed as he stroked his beard, deep in thought. Master Xia Tian? Whose disciple could he be...
At this moment, Xia Liang was blissfully unaware that he had unwittingly offended Chen Xuandu. Inside his villa, he was focused intently on carving a Fengshui Stone. On a nearby table, several finished pieces already rested: Golden Toads, Pixius, Xuan Guis, and Kylins. All kinds of figures were there, each uniquely formed and lifelike. He worked late into the night until all the Fengshui Stones were complete.
