Jiang Wang's Dao body had originally been cultivating. The stray thread of thought that occasionally split off from his cultivation was also pondering Yan Chunhui.
As long as the Self-Forgetful Man-Demon who had shed the title of Man-Demon remained alive, Jiang Wang could not rest easy.
Wherever his Dao body went in the future, it would have to bear a share of responsibility for the Cloud Kingdom.
And the sword he had used to help Gu Shiyi condense the divine essence of chivalry had seen even its sword intent scatter, the blade drooping back into its sheath.
That was the path Gu Shiyi had chosen. Presumably, Brother Gu had no regrets.
Jiang Wang had nothing to feel unwilling about either. After all, on the many roads to the ends of the earth, they had drained the wine long ago. He merely owed that man a copy of the Eight Formations Diagram of Wind Empress, and did not know how he could repay it. Yet Longing trembled and rang with a note of indignation within its sheath—this sword was far too young. Having been placed on the Famous Artifacts List so early, it had entered the top ten in every version of the list across the various nations. It was inevitable that it would be rash and heedless in its youth; it needed some discipline.
You, you—do you know the rules of this world?
Chen Zeqing had said that the Emperor of Qi meant for him not to get entangled in trouble. The waters in this matter ran too deep.
Chen Zeqing was a clever man, and the Emperor of Qi needed no mention.
The Immortal Dragon had taken it to heart and obediently pushed Xiang Qian forward for treatment.
The Dao body had taken it to heart as well, merely