Su Ziji asked the question calmly, with a trace of melancholy as he recalled the past. Yet Hui Dao felt a chill well up in his heart. A gust of night wind swept in with fine rain, making him shiver.
Since ancient times, the noble had been suspicious, great talent had invited envy, and powerful magic had been even harder for the mighty to tolerate.
Talent, after all, could still be understood. But magic reached into the unseen and the infinitesimal, its depths unfathomable and its workings impossible to guard against. It stirred even greater suspicion-an art that could save a life could surely take one.
The question was truly frightening, yet he could not refuse to answer.
If he did, he would have a hard time getting through this ordeal today.
Hui Dao fell silent. His expression grew somewhat desolate, as though he had recalled some tragedy from the past, before returning to normal in an instant. His voice was slightly hoarse. "Your Highness, my master did indeed do such a thing."
One glance was enough for Su Ziji to confirm that he was not lying. It seemed this spell really did exist.
At the crucial moment, this spell could be said to defy heaven's ordained course. Whatever its side effects might have been, it had resolved an enormous problem at the time.
So Su Ziji asked again, "I have heard that the destiny of the noble is like mountains and seas. May I hear of this art that could divert even the founding emperor's calamity?"
The difficult questions really did come one after another. Hearing this, Hui Dao felt a headache coming on.
This matter was supposed to be an absolute secret of his lineage, not to be disclosed to outsiders. Even the disciples he had taken in