Within the void, aboard a flying vessel commonly used by the Shaman Path, Li Qi looked solemnly at the Little Heavenly Master and asked, "You said the Demon Prince... what happened to him? What was unusual?"
"Something about his condition is off. He gives me a feeling of... being controlled, of lacking freedom." As the Little Heavenly Master spoke, he set down the teapot, picked up his cup, and savored the fragrance of the tea.
This tea came from the Sixteenth Blessed Land. Hidden within it was the Blessed Land's Dao Charm; drinking it allowed one to sense the charm of stone, while even smelling it could aid one's enlightenment. It was immensely valuable, but Li Qi was worth entertaining with such fine tea.
"A feeling of lacking freedom? That shouldn't be possible, should it? The great powers wouldn't be so tasteless, would they? Besides, he's the Heavenly Demon's own son. Would the Heavenly Demon really..." Li Qi stopped there.
Normally, that was indeed how things worked. Take Li Qi himself—no one would come along and alter his memories, reshape his personality, or directly seize his body, though such things were simple and effortless for great powers.
Great powers were broad-minded. They would not smother geniuses, not even geniuses of opposing Dao Lineages.
The major Dao Lineages cultivated geniuses because they wanted those geniuses to walk the Dao Path and forge newer roads.
For example, the Shaman Gods would never make a move against Liu Junyi, much less kill him off in advance, even if Liu Junyi might become a great enemy in the future.
Because every genius might forge a new road, even if it was not a new road for their own Dao Lineage.
Yet that could still prove that there was a road ahead.
Li Qi felt