"Luo Yao, I'm teaching you your first lesson now: if your strength is insufficient, never rashly interfere with the workings of the Heavenly Dao, or you'll bring down Heavenly Punishment."
Ye Lin looked at Luo Yao with a solemn expression.
He had helped Qi Xinxian just now for Luo Yao's sake, but whether that help would actually amount to anything was not for him to decide, nor Luo Yao, and still less Qi Xinxian.
It was for the Heavenly Dao—for the great tide of heaven and earth—to decide.
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Luo Yao blinked, utterly baffled.
That night, Qi Xinxian lit a candle and wrote furiously, finally committing part of what was in his mind to paper.
With dark circles beneath his eyes, he looked out the window and saw that the sun had already risen. Without realizing it, an entire night had passed.
Yet not only was he not the slightest bit sleepy, he was more excited than ever.
What he held in his hands was the hope of all living beings.
A true martial arts cultivation technique—once mastered, even an ordinary person could single-handedly fight and kill a Demon Beast.
This was the chance to save the world.
"What makes you think my work is useless? This is hope—the hope of saving the Human Race!"
Qi Xinxian glared wide-eyed at the soldier before him and shouted.
"Pah, hope for saving the world? I spit! A poor, sour pedant like you dares to boast so shamelessly? You pick up some lousy scroll and dare call it the hope of saving the world? Are you formidable, or is the imperial court formidable?"
"Get lost, now, or don't blame me for making a move."
The soldier's face was full of disdain.
The imperial court had existed for more than a