How long exactly constitutes 'a long time without returning'?
The Roc Bird squatted at the gates of Xuandu City, with the grand formation enveloping the city behind it and the boundless chaotic aura in front.
The old Taoist inside the city seemed to ignore the Roc Bird, continuing to create Yellow Turban Warriors.
The Roc Bird hesitated to speak, repeatedly dismissing the idea of meeting the Three Pure Ones of Taiqing.
It knew well that His Majesty had fallen out with Taiqing.
Taiqing's ideals conflicted greatly with His Majesty's, but the Roc Bird always felt that His Majesty, standing on the side of living beings, considering issues from that perspective, even if somewhat idealistic, was worthy of respect.
In Saint Taiqing's eyes, there was only the Dao and Heaven and Earth.
"Alas."
The Roc plucked a golden feather, scratching its neck with the tip, recalling a prior conversation with its elder sister, the Peacock Fairy.
'That Transcender is unassailable by us.'
