Time slightly pushes forward.
Southeast direction.
Mount Tai stands in midair, the Spirit within him restless, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
He looks at the old man, struggling to suppress his anger, and says, "Changsun Cang."
In front of him, the old man's eyelids are lowered, his wrinkled face twitching slightly.
He seemed not to have expected to encounter Mount Tai here...
"Give me an answer, what are you doing here?"
Mount Tai takes a deep breath, like someone who just found out they've been deceived, striving to maintain his calm, he starts to interrogate.
"...Relaxing, and patrolling by the way."
The old man hesitates for a moment, giving an answer that is not really an answer.
Mount Tai continues to interrogate: "Patrolling? What are you patrolling? Did Celestial Strategy Mansion issue a notice? Did Celestial Strategy Mansion summon you? What does the border issue have to do with you?"
