Master Tai Cheng finally realized during the standoff with the Marquis of Changchuan what had felt off all along—he had clearly been used as a pawn because he had seen the karma on the Marquis of Changchuan that connected with this small courtyard filled with yin energy.
The Daoist that reeked of suspicion was surely the one that the Marquis of Changchuan had invited, or even fostered, to deal with his karma. Little did he know, something had attracted attention, and now he himself had been lured here.
Master Tai Cheng's face remained unchanged, but inside he was roaring. Which heartless lowlife had trapped him?
And he had fallen right into this huge pit.
