The mountain wind was too cold.
On the stone steps up the mountain, the black-scarfed, masked Peace Under Heaven Ghost Constable stood like a statue, even more rigid than the divine effigies in the Sea of Myriad Gods.
"The glory mission has already been issued. Why aren't you going after him?" Snake Guyu's voice suddenly rang out, colder than the mountain wind.
Jiang Wang had leapt out of a mirror. That mirror had been hidden in Zhu Dali's robes and carried by Zhu Dali into the Chai Family Old Residence... None of this information would be overlooked.
By all rights, Zhu Dali should have been the one most eager to prove himself. Yet he stood here in silence.
"Ah?" The Peace Under Heaven Ghost Constable froze for a moment, as though only now realizing what had been asked. He said wistfully, "The Yellow River Champion, the first Inner Palace, the Marquis of Wu'an... There are too many people. I don't know who to kill."
A thousand words, yet they amounted to only one sentence: he did not know.
Did not know—the Way.
Before meeting the Peaceful Way Dao Lord, when had Zhu Dali ever known what the "Way" was?
He had merely muddled through, living one day at a time.
That Jiang Wang might be a bad person, or he might not be.
The Peace Under Heaven Divine Wind Seal had vanished as well. It seemed to have existed, yet perhaps it never had.
But the saber arts he had learned from the Peace Under Heaven Treasure Saber Record remained.
When the Dao Lord's divided thought had possessed him, he could still recall that exquisite feeling of battle.
The feeling of breaking a cult for the first time, of killing an Evil God that wrought evil... he still remembered it.