Minghe once again visited the Zixiao Palace with the seven Sages after 300 years had passed. The deadline had come for them to confirm those who would be included in the Investiture of the Gods. The minute they entered the palace, they saw the Investiture suspended mid-air in the same place it was in 300 years ago. It gleamed like a treasure worth coveting but was, in fact, something troublesome. This truly depressed some of the Sages.
Once they were all seated, Laozi was the first to speak. "With 300 years passed, it's now time for us to decide the names for the Investiture of the Gods. If you have any suggestions, just speak out. I'm sure teacher has his own issues to solve, so we shouldn't interrupt him for long."
"This has nothing to do with me, but I'm here to join in the fun. Please don't mind and continue," Minghe chimed in. Join in the fun? Perhaps he was the only one who would make his position so clearly, without any concern about the Sages at all.
