"Your life is always in your own hands. There is no question of whether it is or isn't." Yang Qing's voice was cool.
Yun Niang gave a derisive laugh. "Young Master Yang, you seem to have always been this confident. But surely you've heard the saying: man's calculations can never outmatch Heaven's."
No matter how clever a person was, no matter how flawlessly they planned, they could not prevail against Heaven's will.
"Are you warning us, Shopkeeper Yun, to complete this task properly and stop thinking about resisting?"
"Resistance would be useless anyway. It would only cost you more. In my view, if you simply obey your orders, you might stand a better chance of surviving."
Obeying orders meant having Yang Qing obediently hand over his blood.
Yang Qing gave a cold laugh, but said nothing. He simply turned and left.
Yun Niang had made herself perfectly clear. Their band had braved life and death and struggled all the way here for just one thing: to save the person foretold in the prophecy.
In other words, all of them had been doing this for one person's selfish ends.
Whether that person actually possessed the ability to save the world was uncertain, but Emperor Zhetian had foretold this all those years ago. To Yun Niang and Gongsun Ru, that made it a sacred decree from the emperor's own lips.
A sacred decree from the emperor's own lips.
In the end, it all came back to Emperor Zhetian.
To put it more plainly, everything originated with Emperor Zhetian.
This made Yang Qing feel that everything here bore some vast, hidden connection to that Sacred Emperor from centuries ago.
Hundreds of years had passed, and countless people and deeds had turned to dust. Yet Emperor Zhetian's cause still had people carrying it on,