He knows not of the Han Dynasty, not even the Wei Dynasty and the present Jin Empire... Meng Qi thought suddenly at Immortal Yunhe's question, feeling uneasy and bemused at the same time.
An actual enactment of the Fable of the Peach Blossom Spring this must be!
The Immortal's somber expression on his face did not escape Jiang Zhiwei's notice. "You were not informed, Master Immortal," she related pensively. "His Holiness, Siddhartha Gautama the Great Buddha had come forth thereafter. With his powers, he had quelled the upheaval caused by the Demonic Buddha not long after its occurrence."
"The Great Buddha?" gasped the Immortal. His right hand convulsed suddenly, dropping the horsetail whisk from his grasp. The whisk fell to the floor, its silky strands fluttered in its descent with the grace of sinking clouds.
Shock and awe crept across the Immortal's face, his eyes filled with wonder and amazement.
