The old Daoist Lu Chuan gave a rough account of what had happened, and Su Che more or less understood.
Lu Chuan was the best person to ask about the ins and outs of the matter.
If Su Che had stopped Old Su to ask, Old Su might have heard something between the lines.
He might have thought Su Che was blaming him for failing to protect his charge back then, or demanding to know why he had not gone after White Deer Grotto.
And any answer Old Su gave might well have been embellished, with the beginning and end conveniently cut away.
Lu Chuan was the most neutral observer. More importantly... he would never conceal anything from a representative of the sect who was also the master of Mind-Stilling Temple.
"If you wish to get to the bottom of it, Temple Master, why not ask that one?"
As the old Daoist spoke, he pointed toward Jiankang City.
"Him?"
Su Che looked inward. The darkest place really was beneath the lamp; he had forgotten about that person entirely.
"Those of the Divine Path close their eyes and spread a net through heaven and earth. They raise their gaze and see the boundless mortal world as clearly as a mirror held in their palm."
Lu Chuan flicked his whisk. "Though this poor Daoist watched from the sidelines, what I know is still hearsay. But that one has held his seat here for centuries. What old affairs or karmic ties from former lives could escape his Dharma Eye?"
City Gods, earth gods, mountain gods, and river lords seemed commonplace, scattered everywhere like loose change. Yet all were State-Tutelary Orthodox Gods. The Metropolitan City God within Jiankang City was among the finest of them, his divine powers scarcely a match below those of