Of the three jars of "Righteous Path of the Human World," Jiang Wang drank one alone, leaving two.
He planned to seal them away properly.
He did not know whether this wine still existed in the world, nor where it came from. In any case, he had not seen it even back in Wine Country.
Now, he placed a hand on the empty jar.
"The true Divine Hero in my heart is dead."
"The one still alive, who for the sake of his own heart wounds the will of All-Under-Heaven, is unworthy of the name Divine Hero."
Since Zhao Zi had sent these three jars through an attendant of the White Jade Capital Restaurant, she naturally had no desire to meet the Jiang Wang of today.
But just as, outside Star Moon Plain in the past, Jiang Wang had been unable to decide whether to stay or go, forced to listen to Equality State's doctrines for a long while—
Today, whether they met or not was not up to her.
Jiang Wang had the final say!
The offense and defense had changed places.
The hand he pressed upon the empty wine jar turned over, and it was as though the firmament hung overhead, abruptly becoming a Floating Continent.
A Buddhist scripture rose upon his palm. Sanskrit characters flowed with light, like a boundless Pure Land and endless Buddhist faith. Zen flowers and Dharma grass drifted between his fingers.
"Senior Brother." He called out, "Help me trace the karma. See where the person who delivered this jar of wine is now."
He had initially wanted to summon Yin Guan directly and use a curse to seek her thoughts, but Yin Guan's methods were too ruthless.
Better to wait until they found the Divine Hero.
"What kind of person is she?" Senior