The civil and martial officials present, and even Crown Prince Gu Biao, all believed the Demon brought by the Little Easterners had been vanquished.
The three short men in the tent exchanged glances, wondering inwardly, 'Could it be that what we brought this time wasn't the Da Xingzi nourished by our Great Emperor's blood?'
'That was way too easy.'
The Grand Celestial Masters continued to chant Spells and perform Daoist Skills, determined to keep the oil cauldron boiling for another twenty minutes.
Lu Yuan's intuition told him it wasn't that simple. He could still sense that the Da Xingzi was alive, its power seemingly undiminished.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, striking the oil cauldron on the Training Ground dead center.
'Thunder in early winter?'
This was clearly not a natural phenomenon, especially since the sky was clear and cloudless, with no wind or rain.
