Inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
"Third Master, what brings you here?"
Lu Xuan's true form spoke softly.
The Lame Daoist puffed out his cheeks and glared, scolding irritably:
"How many times have I told you? I'm First Master, First Master!"
After a pause, he pursed his lips, his expression suddenly turning solemn.
"Xiaoxuan, I came to deliver a message."
Lu Xuan's expression hardened. He bowed slightly.
"I am ready to hear Third Master's sacred words."
The Lame Daoist couldn't be bothered to correct him again and began to speak softly:
"A short while ago, after the Goddess entered the Eight Trigrams Furnace, I went to Guangcheng Palace to find Qing Xuan Daoist."
"At that time, Qing Xuan Daoist was about to enter secluded, life-or-death cultivation, seal off Guangcheng Palace, and retreat from the world. When I saw him, he told me just one thing—or rather, he told it to you."
The Daoist paused, then relayed in a deep voice:
