Mad Daoist let out a soft breath. "Yes. Your fate has just been bound to Li Qianzong's. If you die, the Tashan Defense Line will collapse as well. So other than dying, you can do anything."
"The one who knows me is indeed the Daoist!" Lin Xiaosu sighed softly as well.
The Wing Blade tore through the air, crossing the Yangtze River and breaking into the land of Jiangnan...
Jiangnan was now in the sunny third month of spring, with grass growing and orioles flying—a year's most beautiful season.
Standing atop the Wing Blade, Lin Xiaosu looked down at the beautiful scenery, his heart filled with a hundred tangled emotions. How many people were strolling through parks across Jiangnan, admiring the grass and flying orioles? How many were still on their way to work, striving only to give their families a better life?
Did they know that the Heaven-Toppling Calamity was already on its way?
Today, they might have worries, might feel dissatisfied. Did they know that, in the near future, these small worries and these dissatisfactions that could never be fulfilled would become luxuries they longed for?
People always hoped for better, higher, stronger, more. But only when peaceful lives were shattered, when even the basic bottom line of tranquility was stripped away, would they awaken and realize that their former selves had once possessed everything of their dreams...
"Kid, have you ever considered that all our efforts may come to nothing?" Mad Daoist's voice drifted over softly.
"I have. But we still have to do what needs to be done."
"Why?" Mad Daoist asked.
Lin Xiaosu withdrew his gaze from the distance. "Let me tell you a story... In the early days after the nation was founded, our soldiers went to fight in a foreign land. In ice