The western sea. The Seamless Gate's gathering spot.
Within the grand palace.
The barefoot, loose-haired Celestial Immortal Blackheaven and Celestial Immortal Violetgrass were seated shoulder-to-shoulder at the front of the palace. Many other Celestial Immortals were also seated before them. They were all staring at an enormous mirror within the palace; this mirror was currently reflecting the scenes from the Oldjade mountain range of Easthill Commandery.
"We've been searching for a chance to capture this Ji Ning, but who would've imagined that he'd go gallivanting off into the Youngflame clan's base?" Celestial Immortal Blackheaven sat there, scratching his foot as he chortled, "It seems as though I won't be forced to personally handle this puny little Ji Ning after all; the Youngflame clan will be more than enough to deal with him."