During this time, Jiang Wang had been searching for a way to break free of the heaven-human state, wholly immersed in his own world and utterly ignorant of the situation in the East Sea.
It was only when the Long River churned its waves that the Heavenly Dao startled him awake with a single thought.
"Wang Kun of Jing Kingdom killed Li Longchuan of Qi State."
Of all the intelligence gathered from every side, there was only this one sentence.
Why Wang Kun had killed Li Longchuan, how he had killed him, even what Li Longchuan had looked like in death, how much of the affair's course could be trusted...
He knew none of it.
A friend he had corresponded with only days ago had suddenly been separated from him by life and death forever.
He was merely someone struck squarely in the forehead by terrible news.
Jing Kingdom and Qi State appeared to have reached an agreement; the matter seemed to have been resolved. Yet he still knew nothing.
He did not know what exactly had happened, so he had to seek an answer.
He did not know who the enemy was, so it did no harm to treat everyone as one.
A heaven-human state rare throughout all antiquity and modern times, yet he called it an "illness."
This world was often absurd.
Black was called white, good was called bad; a flying deer was pointed at as a lame horse, and bones grew inside an egg.
Some people died!
They died like a mote of floating dust.
Some people acted without restraint!
Some people found hardship at every turn.
Why should I alone have to look ahead and behind?
Because I cherish life more, because I treasure this world more?
Now Jiang Wang said that he was preparing