Beneath the clear moonlight, Li Baima gazed at Ding Songyan for a while, then sighed.
"Brother Ding, you had a hard life before, too. No wonder you've achieved so much today."
Although the sects the three of them had joined ranked somewhat below the middle, they had never faced any great danger growing up. At most, hot-blooded arguments had left them with a few injuries. Wu Mo and Fan Chunlin having their heads inexplicably split open by stones already counted as a serious disaster in their eyes. Yet before Brother Ding had even set foot on the path of martial arts, he had been caught up in an incident involving a "Mothman" puppet.
Ding Songyan showed no fear. He laughed, his voice as steady as ever.
"When the old man at the frontier lost his horse, who could say it wasn't a blessing? It gave me the good fortune to meet Senior Sister and Master and join the Xiaoming Sect."
Seeing how calm Brother Ding himself was, Fan Chunlin and the others said no more about it. Instead, they asked in puzzlement:
"What was the Feng Kingdom's Moth God Sect doing here in our Great Zhao?"
"That 'Moth Father' was a traitor to the Moth God Sect. He later entered the service of the Sage-Slaying Path," Ding Songyan said without concealing anything.
"The Sage-Slaying Path?" Fan Chunlin nearly jumped. "You mean the fiend behind today's 'Mothman' belongs to the Sage-Slaying Path?"
A demoness, and the very one you're all so obsessed with... Ding Songyan corrected him inwardly, then nodded solemnly.
"That should be the case.
"I told you about my own experience because I don't want you to let your guard down. With the Sage-Slaying Path involved, if some unexpected good fortune comes your way, stop and consider whether a