Over Huazhong Mountain, the winds and clouds changed unpredictably, tensions as tight as drawn bows. Yet on Lake Zhongzhou below, the waters remained undisturbed. A grey-clothed cultivator flew past, a sword strapped to his waist, an expression of contemplation on his face. With a hand on his sword, he traversed the sky, his robe flapping in the wind. Squinting his eyes towards the scene above Huazhong Mountain, he recalled:
"If I see Dharma Light flowing and jiaolongs soaring, act immediately. If there is peace above Huazhong Mountain, then report to Fei Wangbai, agitate the families on the East Bank, and provoke Yu Xiaogui..."
He looked out and indeed saw intense Dharma Light colliding, and two deep cyan-colored jiaolongs, made from lake water, rising into the sky, their long whiskers and sharp teeth lifelike. Chen Donghe knew Li Tongya was now engaged with Yu Xiaogui and quickly hastened northward.
