Shen Tang did not want to bring it up, but Kang Shi had a knack for poking exactly where it hurt.
"Does Jimò Young Master mean that Your Lordship could have saved Wuhui without doing that?" As long as Shen Tang had let Jimò Qiu finish his sentence—but his own lordship's execution was simply too strong, never giving Jimò Qiu the chance to complete a sentence.
Jimò Qiu blinked. "Can that be said?"
"You two shut up. I won't mistake you for mutes."
Apparently sensing that his lordship was growing embarrassed and angry, Kang Shi wisely stopped talking to avoid getting beaten black and blue.
He steered the topic toward Chu Yao.
"Time waits for no one. I must trouble Jimò Young Master to lend us a hand."
Shen Tang's attention was successfully diverted.
"Do I need to prepare anything?"
"Your Highness need only embrace the origin and guard the unity, holding fast to your spirit. Remember who you are and what you came here to do. Do not lose yourself in it."
The virtual dreamscape created by the Perfection Ritual differed from an ordinary dream. The latter was merely an activity of the brain, while the former contained the laws of this minor world. Anyone who entered would be bound by them. Once lost within it, she might remain there forever.
Oh. In other words, she would die.
Shen Tang committed it to memory. "All right. Let's begin."
They had to cook the raw rice into a meal before the others arrived. She would not abandon her intention to enter, but watching the people she cared about, and who cared about her, fret and exhaust themselves over her safety still left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Shen Tang understood the officials under her command extremely well.
When Qi