A flash of purple light vanished, and Meng Qi's eyes returned to normal. Countless things surged into his mind like a rising tide, and in an instant he understood the whole chain of events. On the surface, however, he maintained his unhurried smile, raised a finger, and met Ren Qiushui's probing strike as it came right after the first.
Now he had to do his duty and maintain this stretch of history, making sure the Other Shore Great Figures didn't "notice" anything amiss.
I know you'll know, but I'll pretend I don't.
Time flowed like water, years passed, and it was the thirty-seventh year of Tianle, in Ningxin City.
The Building of No Benevolence assassin who had just killed Lin Kang, Sect Master of the Heaven and Earth Gate, was rushing toward the window. He was of average height and build, blending into the crowd, but utterly certain of the outcome. He had not the slightest doubt that he would fail.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted. The window before him had opened without a sound, and outside stood a blue-robed man with handsome features and the imposing bearing of a mountain. His eyes were deep as the sea, flecked with purple glimmers that made the heart tremble and the mind reel. Then he raised his long, powerful right hand and pressed it against the forehead of the assassin who had willingly offered himself.
"An immortal strokes my crown, then knots my hair and grants me long life."
For some reason, the low voice, almost bewitching, carried a hint of amusement.
In the Journey to the West World, in the Ancient Times, thunder and fire clashed, the heavens shattered, and the Heavenly Court was on the verge of falling.
Meng Qi looked up at the sky, at that expanse of