Then did Lin Su have reason to come before him?
The reason was ironclad! Lin Su had nearly died at Mei Qilang's hands. Would a man who never let vengeance wait overnight spare a rootless, unsupported little Mei Qilang?
For a time, Mei Qilang, that peerless genius of poetry and painting, was left dazed and bereft, not knowing where he was...
What no one expected was that Lin Su and Ming Tianyan had not landed at the gates of any palace. They had gone to a place detached from worldly strife...
Mount Wuyou!
At the mountain peak was a spring named Mount Wuyou Spring.
This spring was supremely pure, supremely clean. It flowed leisurely, taking in worldly sentiments and releasing the Sacred Way...
The two walked step by step upstream along Mount Wuyou Spring, utterly at ease...
"When I interrogated him today, was there anything unusual from the Third Heaven?" Ming Tianyan asked.
"Yes!"
"If I had asked Zhou Xingdao who had instructed him, what would have happened?"
"That strand of Sacred Power would have intervened!"
"It would intervene! Would it erase us, or Zhou Xingdao? Or perhaps all of us?" Ming Tianyan said softly.
"Yes! Because what is hidden beneath that lid absolutely cannot be made public. Once exposed, it would mean fish dying and nets breaking—there would be no middle road."
Ming Tianyan sighed softly. "So we can only abandon this lead and give up such a hard-won breakthrough."
"Tracking down the one behind it is beyond what we can touch. In truth, there is no need to touch it. We have already achieved the first-stage objective before us."
Ming Tianyan's eyes lit slightly. "The first-stage objective was merely to kill an Oracle Palace Master and make that accomplice pay the price?"
"Of course not! Our objective was