"Is the God of Light's Throne still there?"
"What do you mean, still there?"
"Is he still alive?"
The past few days had been peaceful. The City of Light was tranquil, and the faithful followers of the Parade of the Holy Book were immersed in a warm, joyous atmosphere. Gu Shen was happy to have some leisure as well. He meditated with Song Ci in the small courtyard, patiently awaiting the final day of the Red Lake Final Selection. On that day, the Temple would open its permissions to all transcendents. Every person who had entered the city would be able to walk to the shores of Red Lake and witness this final Fire Seed Trial.
A spectacle, a spectacle.
This was the grandest spectacle of all.
On the final night, Gu Shen pushed open the courtyard gate and left alone. He walked through streets and alleys blooming with flowers, watching the festivities in the distance without joining them.
Chu Ling shared his sight and hearing, and these past few days, she had also been monitoring the Judicators.
Within the City of Light, the number of Sky Eyes she could mobilize had greatly decreased, so she could only grasp the general situation.
They chatted idly for a few moments each day. Chu Ling knew that although Gu Shen seemed calm on the surface, the lake in his heart was anything but still.
Having come to the City of Light.
What Gu Shen truly wanted to do... was kill Jia Wei.
Chu Ling strongly agreed with the words he had previously used to stop Song Ci.
This was Western Continent. Killing Jia Wei was effectively the same as killing the Temple's Grand Elder. When to kill him and how to kill him were not decisions that could be made on a