Li Poxiao lowered his head. Zhao Qian and I had no idea what he was thinking. We watched helplessly as he walked away, both of us feeling a complicated mix of emotions.
He looked simple-minded, taking it as his duty to exterminate demons and uphold the Dao. But what he was truly thinking inside—perhaps no one knew.
"Thank you for just now, Xia Yitian. I may not have figured out yet exactly what's righteous and what's demonic. I'm going to find somewhere quiet and hope I can sort it out." Li Poxiao had come to his senses. When he looked at me, the complexity of his emotions truly exceeded anything I had imagined.
"Go. Everyone has their own path. I hope you can find yours." I sighed. Back then, when Li Jianchen had fought my grandmother in the Dao, Li Poxiao—the one who had silently carried his master all the way back to Dalong County—had returned.
Li Poxiao should have comprehended his own Dao, yet Sword Slave had brought him back to the Qian-Kun Dao Sect as part of a half-made deal, where he taught the person who had once been Li Jianchen's Sword Slave. That was how he returned after comprehending the Dao. I was afraid that what he had comprehended could not really be called the Dao at all.
True comprehension of the Dao meant comprehending one's own path. If even you could not convince yourself of the road you had chosen, how could you wholeheartedly continue walking it in the future?
There were false paths in comprehending the Dao—one wrong step leading to a thousand more. But there were true paths as well. With such a path, even after reaching the end of the road, one could still charge forward fearlessly. And now, I had clearly set