While Master Zhenyuan and the Nine Heavens Demon-Dispelling Ancestor were conversing, at the foot of Wanshou Mountain, a woodcutter sat in a pavilion, gazing in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple.
He wore a tattered hemp garment and straw sandals, his calloused, large feet exposed with dirt visible between his toes. Beside him lay an axe, and his weathered face bore a mysterious smile.
"I didn't expect them to enlist Zhen Wu to protect the Dao. I had thoughts of controlling him, pity that," the woodcutter muttered to himself.
As his voice fell, a vine sprouted at his feet and wrapped around him with the swiftness of lightning, glowing with light. A black shadow flew out from the woodcutter's body, transforming into a wisp of black smoke and vanished between heaven and earth, leaving only the words, "It's truly someone who has borne the Fruit of Tao to discover me so quickly."
