Zhou Xuan coldly stated, "If my fame truly rises, I want to see which Heavenly God or Heavenly Venerate will try to take over my body, cut off my consciousness, whoever dares, I will cut them down."
Zhou Xuan's somewhat domineering response was something Yun Ziliang was already accustomed to, but Li Changxun was still not quite used to it, and he repeatedly advised, "Oh, great sir, you could say a few less words... the less you speak ill of the Heavenly Venerates, Heavenly Ghosts, and Heavenly Gods now, though it won't avert your death, at least, those real big figures might remember your courtesy and let you die a little more comfortably."
In Li Changxun's view, these almost slumbering Heavenly Venerates, Heavenly Gods, Heavenly Ghosts are the true rulers of Jing Country. Going against them is certain death.
"Say good things? Just because you speak a few nice words, do those slumbering big figures forgive Xuanzi?"
