Tears of the Sage

Sage's Tears. Those emotions did not belong to Yan Lingwei.

They belonged to the pipa—to something slumbering within the instrument, slowly awakening in the night.

Without realizing it, Yan Lingwei felt a warmth slide down her cheek.

She was crying.

She herself did not know why she was crying.

Yet the tears simply would not stop flowing.

And at that moment, the music came to an end.

The final note dispersed into the night sky.

The strings' resonance lingered, their aftersound long and unending.

"Why am I so sad?"

She murmured to herself, her fingers lightly brushing over the strings.

When she looked out the window again, that figure had already vanished.

"Why are you crying?"

Chen Duan frowned at the Sacred Demon Body clone before him.

"I'm not crying." The Sacred Demon Body clone raised a hand and wiped the tears from his face, then pointed to his dantian. "The thing inside is crying."

The Great Sage had been moved by the sight.

Yet upon learning this, Chen Duan felt neither sorrow nor sentiment.

Instead, he sensed an instinctive threat.

Because this was a will that did not belong to him.

His body, his power, his cultivation technique—they should all obey his will completely.

Yet the "Great Sage" he had refined within his body had somehow taken on emotions that did not belong to him.

"This Great Sage was refined by me, yet it has developed a will that is not mine."

Inner force itself possessed no personal emotions.

It was merely a form of energy, reacting only according to instinctive laws and the way it circulated.

After some thought, he could not help suspecting that this cultivation technique had been tampered with from the beginning.

By now, he could basically confirm that the Vast Qi Nourishing Spirit Technique