"Leave the matter of the Dragon Masters to me." Dan Heng nodded, a glint of resolve flashing in his eyes.
"Oh! I'll leave it to you, then~ I've got other things to do anyway."
Zhang Xiu glanced at the sky and found that nightfall was still a good while away. Only a trace of dusk had seeped into the bright canopy overhead.
Shuhu was a beast that believed merging with it to attain immortality was the only eternal bliss-a calamity-bringing giant tree covered in its victims' heads, killed countless times and resurrected countless times.
To kill it outright, he would probably have to toss every scrap of its flesh into the maw of the Aeon of [Voracity], or use Nanook's blood.
As long as even a single cell remained in the world, it could resurrect on the spot. That mechanic was underhanded beyond belief.
Was there any way to make all that flesh gather of its own accord, then?
Well, yes.
If the Aeon of [Abundance] summoned it, it would surely come, wouldn't it? And by any means necessary.
But that raised another question: if Shuhu died now, how would Blade make peace with his past later?
After all, in Dual-Phase Paradise, he had voluntarily leaped into Voracity's maw to destroy Shuhu's flesh. In the end, he had witnessed his entire life and, through his master's words, emerged from the shadows of his past.
Besides, if they summoned Shuhu, the Xianzhou would certainly notice. After all, they held the largest portion of Shuhu's flesh.
That would drag another whole tangle of trouble into things. What a headache.
Yaoshi was just about to contact Shuhu and tell it to come claim its reward at midnight, without weapons or armor, when Zhang Xiu stopped her.
"Forget it, honey. Let's talk about it