On Chiwen Bridge, the wind passed without a sound.
At this moment, no sound could affect King Qinguang's hearing.
No cloud of doubt could obscure his answer.
He had walked out of the Lower City of Blessed Nation, snatched food from a tiger's jaws, danced with death, and trodden across rivers and mountains. He sought no wondrous Dharma. He wanted an answer—an answer!
The voice in the mist fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Yin Guan, ah, this time I'll truly remember your name! Your courage is more than commendable!"
King Qinguang said, "No need to commend me. Just answer me."
"If you'd come to ask me this question earlier, I truly wouldn't have had an answer. But now... there's no harm in telling you." The voice in the mist lifted lightly, carrying an inexplicable delight. "That giant turtle was raised there to cultivate Baxia—the Dragon Emperor's sixth son, Baxia who bears the stele! And it was merely one part of a grand blueprint. I can't tell you the more specific details. What I can tell you is that it concerned the sea-pacification plan laid down by Lüqiu Wenyue, Jing Kingdom's chancellor!"
Lüqiu Wenyue, the foremost female chancellor among all the nations, hailed as "her literary thoughts like the moon, shining upon ten thousand ages"!
The tragedy of Blessed Nation, the tragedy of Yin Guan himself—did it truly have to be traced all the way back to this person? How was that any different from tracing it back to the entirety of Jing Kingdom?
King Qinguang said nothing.
But the voice in the mist continued, "To completely calm the calamities of the sea and forever secure its borders, for the great fortune of the Human Race, for the welfare of all beneath heaven... that was why Jing