Zhou Xuan was a bit disappointed that the Hundred-Eyed High Priest didn't show up. If he had come, with Lord Jian around, wouldn't they have taken care of everything in one go?
"No need to rush off; the matter isn't finished yet."
Lord Jian put away his bow and feathered arrow, picked up two wooden boxes, and declared loudly toward the Heavenly Dome, "You up there, Daoist! You've been watching the show for quite a while now, still too scared to make a move?"
In the clouds above, red threads appeared and receded repeatedly, visibly hesitant.
Suddenly,
an aged yet booming voice came from within the swirling mist—White Clothes Divine Arrow, I know your mighty reputation precedes you. I have no intention of making trouble for Zhou Xuan. As long as he hands me back what's mine, all grievances between us will be settled.
Now Zhou Xuan understood: the God of the Heavenly Dome wanted the Daoist to descend into the mortal world, all for his Wash Away Injustice Talisman.
