"Escape?"
Qi WuHuo quietly watched the young girl before him, waiting for her to continue.
"Yeah! You, me, Uncle Niu, Father, Mother, Little Medicine Spirit, Big Sister Baihua, Teacher..." Yun Qin held out her fingers and counted. Before long, she had named quite a few people. Thinking it over seriously, she said, "Everything's so oppressive right now. Let's all run away together and go somewhere that doesn't feel so stifling and awful."
Yes. Oppressive and stifling.
Qi WuHuo looked at the folding fan in his palm.
At today's family banquet, Qi WuHuo and Yun Qin had merely been used as a means of easing the increasingly fierce conflict between the heavenly court and the earth deities. The so-called gifts represented the choices the Emperors had made. Yun Qin had come with the intention of visiting a friend, never expecting to go through something like this. Naturally, she felt regretful and upset.
Qi WuHuo said, "But can we escape?"
The girl slumped dejectedly.
Her head drooped, as if every strand of her black hair had grown dispirited too. "Yeah. How could we possibly get away..."
Their opponents were the Emperors.
Or rather, they were the stable order brought about by the balance of power between the Emperors.
Only three beings had ever escaped—or, to put it another way, left this world.
Everything beneath them was bound by this order.
Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole.
Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole...
Reincarnation for the sake of longevity, and the suppression of all things by force.
The young Daoist was still pondering the words and paths of Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole and Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole. His eyes remained peaceful as he watched Yun Qin lie on the table, looking utterly bored and listless.