Li Jue's name had become synonymous with chaos, his reputation growing as the sects he dismantled left behind whispers of his unmatched cunning and power. He moved like a shadow, impossible to predict, his ambitions unknowable. But even he couldn't ignore an invitation from Li Feng.
The White Lotus Sect Master had sent a single, elegant envoy to deliver her message. A scroll, bound in white silk, carried an offer of parley. The words were simple:
"To the False Immortal,
I am Li Feng, Sect Master of the White Lotus Sect.
The path you walk is both intriguing and dangerous.
I wish to meet and discuss our visions for this world.
Come to the Jade Pavilion at dusk three days hence."
Li Jue examined the scroll carefully. It was not the threat he had anticipated. It was a proposition. Despite his wariness, he knew that ignoring the White Lotus Sect's master would be unwise. Her reputation as an unparalleled strategist preceded her. More importantly, he was intrigued. What could such a woman possibly want from him?