Ch'i Lanyan idly played with a few bone pieces, tossing them lightly in his hand as he smiled. "So, Fellow Daoist Murong… what brings you here?"0

Murong Yan stood in the courtyard with a dark expression. The few from the Buddhist land were surely scheming something, pushing him forward as a pawn. But the smiling Ch'i Lanyan before him was no better.0

Those old bastards from the Buddhist land want to push me out, but I bear the Murong name. Even if I'm not of the imperial line, I'm still of the main lineage. At worst, they'll use me or pull me into the Buddhist land… but this Ch'i Lanyan is genuinely hoping I die!4

The Murong Family and the Pavillion Viewing faction had never been on good terms. Their conflict ran deep. Back when Great Liang collapsed and warlords rose, the Ch'i Family had fallen into Murong hands. Their ancestor Ch'i Wang had even been captured...0