At that moment, just like this moment...
Zhou Xuan almost without hesitation, shouted: "Tao Ancestor."
"Young lad, calling me Tao Ancestor, this old one hardly dares to accept it."
"May I ask where Tao Ancestor is heading?"
Tao Ancestor pointed ahead towards the sandstorm and said, "West of Quicksand, there are barbarians who are ignorant of enlightenment. This old one intends to travel to the Western Sand Country. However, the beautiful rivers and mountains of Jing Country, with war arising again, weigh heavily on my heart. It's hard to distract from traveling.
Young lad, are you willing to relieve this old one of some worry, and bring those battle fires to cease?"
"I am willing, but my abilities are inadequate. I'm afraid I cannot do it unless Tao Ancestor could..."
Zhou Xuan, whether this Tao Ancestor was an illusion, a reflection, a mirage, or existent reality—regardless, asked directly for the Taoist's Divine Skills.
