Qiantang's heart lay with the Qiantang River, yet at this moment, the river howled for Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure.
The people's will was Yue armor, yet leaf after leaf had withered, unable to protect his Dao body whole.
There was a road up Book Mountain, yet that road was quietly fading away.
Gao Zheng stood alone upon the long embankment of the Qiantang River, his figure inevitably desolate.
Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure stood afar atop the tide, as though she had nothing to do with this place.
The power at the absolute pinnacle of Dao Derivation crushed this place with overwhelming force. Though Gao Zheng was faintly acknowledged as the foremost True Person of the Southern Regions, even borrowing the strength of the state's fortune, the people's will, and Book Mountain, he still could not withstand it.
"Rakshasa Pavilion Master." Gao Zheng's voice was already hoarse, but he maintained his composure. "Soft persimmons are certainly easy to squeeze, but if they dirty your hands, that can hardly be called a fine thing."
"Is that so?" Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure's hand continued to descend, her slender jade-white fingers like the sky collapsing. "Then I'd like to see just how you plan to dirty my hands."
"Can't we discuss this further?" Gao Zheng asked.
"The man is already dead. Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion's operation has already failed," Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure said. "What is there to discuss?"
Gao Zheng said, "Every grievance has its debtor, every debt its owner. It was not I who reported the whereabouts of your pavilion's Incense Offering True Person."
"You mean for me to go find that Wen Jingxiu?" Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure asked with a smile.
"Whom you seek is your freedom, but I do not think this matter need involve the State Monarch... Besides, wantonly killing