With those words.
Lightless Cave fell silent for a long while.
The radiance around Chiyang did not diminish. Instead, it grew ever brighter.
Countless scenes emerged within the light.
There were no earth-shattering spectacles, no collapse of a Dao Orthodoxy, no prodigies locked in bitter battle, no mighty figures drawing their swords and pointing them at the vault of heaven.
There was only a white-haired old farmer, his back bent with age, hoeing a meager plot of land for his entire life.
There was a woman married to a poor man, guarding three rain-leaking earthen rooms, stitching needle by needle as she endured the rest of her days.
There was a child somewhere in the mountains, unable even to recognize all the characters, who never left those mountains in their entire life.
Ordinary.
So ordinary it was almost pitiful.
Mo Qianxun slowly gathered the light in his palm and unhurriedly straightened his sleeve.
"Over these years, I have troubled you often enough. I also know you have never had a good face for those from Jade Capital Tower."
He stood where he was, his voice even. There was neither an aggressive edge to it nor the slightest hint of ingratiation.
"For the sake of your old friendship with True Lord Mo Yang, I will speak honestly today."
"If you hand over the Star Palace Records, you and I both know what the Xuanyang Society will use it for. In the end, that path will do nothing more than let them flick their sleeves and leave, while this world's mess is left for those who come after to clean up."
"But if you give it to me..."
Mo Qianxun raised his eyes, looking indifferently at the enormous White Elephant before him. A trace of savagery slowly curled across his lips.
"Xuan