Peaceful Seal, Peaceful Seal...
Sometimes, people live in this world for more than just themselves.
After going through certain things and giving away certain feelings, many people worry about you, many people hope that you will be "safe and sound."
But "peace and safety" could sometimes be very difficult.
Like Kujue.
Like Kujue's junior brother, Kuxing.
Jiang Wang did not truly know Kuxing.
He only vaguely knew that such a person had existed, and that he had died because of some upheaval. It was precisely Kuxing's death that had left Kujue's relationship with his fellow disciples of the Hanging Temple so painfully awkward.
He had never thought to dig into Kujue's past. After that grand rain of blood in Tianjing City, Kujue's death had already drawn the curtain in his heart.
The old monk had raced about all his life. It had been exhilarating, and it had been bitter.
He had already bid farewell to those entanglements with his fellow disciples.
What was there left to disturb?
But today, the Long River Dragon Lord had mentioned the name "Kuxing" with such solemnity—and had even used the word "dare." That alone was enough to show that Kuxing's death was far from simple.
Why had no one dared speak of it? Why did the Long River Dragon Lord dare?
Then perhaps the karmic bond between old monk Kujue and himself... could also be traced back.
At the final moment of that battle in Tianjing City, though he had not cared about the things old Daoist Pinellia said, though he had no need to confirm Kujue's original reasons for approaching him...
Did Kujue himself need an answer?
He did not know.
His master's final letter had not taught him what to do.
"Kuxing was an eminent monk of the Hanging Temple's 'Suffering' generation.