Jiang Yuechu understood.
He feared diverting the flood of calamity eastward and implicating his homeland.
"So you came back to wipe their asses?"
Crude words, sound reasoning.
Wu Shisan's mouth twitched. "...Could you speak a little more elegantly, lass?"
Jiang Yuechu ignored his protest.
As long as he harbored no designs on the Great Tang, he was a friend, not an enemy.
As for blaming the old Daoist for bringing disaster upon the Great Tang?
She could not do such a thing.
He owed the Great Tang nothing to begin with.
Remembering it as his homeland, retaining some affection born of their old ties, and being willing to return for a look already fulfilled every duty of kindness.
How could she demand anything more?
If anything was to blame, it could only be the Great Tang's ill-starred fate.
At this critical moment, it had become the pond fish caught in a clash between immortals.
Such was the sorrow of the weak.
There was never any reason to be found in an undeserved calamity.
But...
There seemed to be little time left.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her gaze to her hands, the helplessness in her heart growing heavier.
This vast dynasty, these thousands of miles of land.
She was its only Tower-Climbing Martial Immortal.
There was simply too much to consider.
The Great Tang's territory was immense, demons ran rampant both within and beyond its borders, and Five Immortals Mountain watched like a tiger eyeing its prey...
Now she had learned that another Dao Orthodoxy had set its sights on this land as well.
What if all these fiends and monsters struck at once?
Fire in the north, floods in the south.
Even if she, Jiang Yuechu, possessed the power to reach through heaven and earth, even if her primordial spirit could