No matter how beautiful spring was, it lasted only three months.
No matter how long the third day of the third month was, it had only twelve shichen.
It would all pass.
The battle within the Grand Marshal's Mansion finally came to an end. After night fell and before dawn broke, a sword cry that pierced the clouds proclaimed its final chapter.
The cart pulled by the old, scrawny blue-gray donkey began to creep forward again.
Time flowed on, and the wheels turned like the rings of years.
Xiang Qian lay sprawled on the pile of hay, his entire body sunk into it.
The Immortal Dragon Dharma Form sat on the shaft, driving the cart for him.
The cart was broken, the donkey was old, and everything was crude. Yet the one driving it made it anything but ordinary.
Xiang Qian opened his mouth and mumbled twice, but no sound came out.
The Immortal Dragon Dharma Form glanced at him. "If it hurts, cry out. I won't let anyone else hear."
Every bone in this fellow's body had been blasted to pieces, leaving him unable to move where he lay—but he never moved to begin with, so it was not much of a problem.
So long as he did not die or become crippled, he would recover sooner or later. He only needed to find a True Person of the medical path to mend him afterward... though the cost would be rather high. Who should he borrow this money from?
Of course, Wang Yiwu had not fared much better either. Dragon Light Shooting the Dipper had pierced through his Heaven-Connecting Palace and nailed itself in his Spirit-Nurturing Palace; Jiang Wang had pulled it out in time.
"Can't be bothered to howl," Xiang Qian said.
The Immortal Dragon Dharma Form could