"This ambush was truly plain and unadorned—its whole selling point was sincerity and substance."
Wang Wu sneered inwardly. This Bai Yu steward really had to be slaughtered before he would realize that life was but a dream!
He now somewhat understood why he would kill that Senior Sister Qin three hundred years later. This was an open and covert struggle between Elder Hui's and Frost Lord's factions. Since they were not of the same camp, they seized every chance to fire arrows from the shadows and squeeze each other out.
Yet those within the same camp instead received every possible care and concern.
That made things difficult.
"It seems that if I don't kill Bai Yu a few centuries from now, it will actually be hard to earn a token of allegiance from Elder Hui's camp. With some things, trying not to offend either side is useless."
As the thought flashed through Wang Wu's mind, he could not help sighing. It left him feeling thoroughly stifled. If not for Elder Hui's interference, once he entered Frost Lord's sect, he would surely have received the protection and affection of Bai Yu, his senior brother. At that time, the one making things difficult for him and plotting against him would have been this very Senior Sister Qin.
No grudge, no private enmity, no flaw in personal character—yet if their camps differed, they had to fight until one of them died.
Perhaps this was the struggle of the Dao.
The Earth Immortal Ninth Tier required one to understand where one came from and where one was going.
The Grand Unity True Immortal Ninth Tier required one to understand what one was doing and clearly define one's own Dao.
Elder Hui had his own Dao. Frost Lord had hers. Even that Black Emperor had