Once the Ring Hall's deliberations had been settled, Zhang Yu's avatar handed Zhu Zonghu a method for easing the curse. As he was about to leave, Yin Huanting sent him a message through the Heaven-Training Dao Canon: "Mr. Tao, could you remain a moment? I have something to ask."
Zhang Yu replied, "I will wait for you outside the hall, fellow cultivator."
He came outside the Ring Hall and stood before the transparent, circular crystal wall. From here, he could overlook the entire city-domain, and the hundred-tiered ring platform diagonally opposite was also clearly visible.
The clouds overhead were leaden gray, with most of the daylight blocked behind heavy layers of cloud. It felt like late afternoon in the rain, leaving one's spirits oppressed and sluggish, sleepy and unable to rouse oneself. Sleeping Foothill City-Domain had earned its name precisely because it was shrouded in such weather all year round.
But this would not continue forever. Once the city-domain's Creation sun-star rose into the heavens, it would naturally drive away the gloom and illuminate the world below.
After a while, footsteps sounded in the distance, and Yin Huanting came to stand beside him.
Zhang Yu said, "What does Mystic Cultivator Yin wish to ask?"
Yin Huanting said, "Mr. Tao, I wish to seek your counsel on something. What kind of curse did that King Xi suffer from? If you have given him a means to alleviate it, can he truly dispel the curse?"
He had noticed earlier that Zhang Yu had said the method he provided would merely further alleviate the curse, not completely resolve it. He had thus keenly realized that, if they could grasp this sharp weapon, they might perhaps use it against King Xi.
But if King Xi possessed a way to alleviate the curse, could he