"What instructions do you have for me, Master?"
Xuandu's expression was respectful, his form slightly inclined, hands clasped in salute, his voice steady and reverent.
"Go to the Qin Court on my behalf and deliver a message to him."
Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad's gaze was calm, a faint smile appeared on his face. After a brief pause, he continued, "And give him this seal."
As these words fell.
Lord Lao Zi waved his hand casually, a brilliant golden light enveloping an object that landed steadily in Xuandu's palm.
"I accept the command, Master."
Xuandu replied respectfully once again, and as his voice trailed off, his figure vanished like a wisp of smoke from the Dao Yun-filled Doushuai Temple.
"Qin Court!"
"Zhao Feng!"
"Given your ambition, even crafting the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods and Demons, I shall add another fire to your forge."
Lord Lao Zi's lips slightly curled, his eyes showed a touch of anticipation, seemingly more focused and attentive on Zhao Feng.
