The door shut with a bang.
Gu Chengming was puzzled, but he did not ask.
Inside the cabin.
Yu Wenqiu leaned against the door and slowly slid to the floor.
She raised a hand to her burning cheeks. Her heart was still pounding in her chest.
"How is that possible..." she murmured. "All Xiao Gu did was learn the Yin Yang Creation Strategy. How did he end up as the Joyful Union Sect's leader?"
What kind of place was the Joyful Union Sect? It was one of the Six Paths!
How many people would he have to step over to reach that position?
The image from moments ago surfaced in Yu Wenqiu's mind again.
Gu Chengming, lounging on the Imperial Throne with his dark robe hanging half-open...
She had to admit, he had looked rather good.
"No, no, no!" Yu Wenqiu shook her head hard and slapped her cheeks, trying to drive that dangerous image from her mind.
"I must have seen it wrong. Or maybe I just haven't mastered this ability yet."
"It's only the most absurd of countless possibilities. It could never happen."
She took a deep breath, pulled a Mung Bean Cake that had gone a little cold from her robes, and stuffed it into her mouth, hoping the sweetness would calm her nerves.
"Yes, it must be false."
But she could not taste its usual sweetness. Instead, her heart grew even more unsettled.
If her earlier explanation of this ability was right...
If she could see that outcome, did that mean the current threads of Karma already bound Gu Chengming to the Joyful Union Sect in some profound way—one deep enough to overturn his identity as a Sword Cultivator?
Yu Wenqiu's chewing gradually slowed.
She could not help beginning to worry.
The Flying Boat