The rain continued to fall as usual, and thunder still roared from time to time, lighting up the sky. Yet this natural weather seemed like a stretch of still water, and now ripples spread from Yi Shuyuan.
The moment the Confucian scholar appeared aboard the boat, it felt as though every current of energy had changed, as though the ebb and flow of all things were connected to him.
Once Yi Shuyuan stepped ashore, everything seemed to return to normal-or perhaps nothing had ever changed. Yet everyone was looking at him.
Even Zheng Yiming understood that the man before him was certainly no ordinary mortal. What delighted him even more was that, despite the rain, he had recognized the man by the lightning's glow.
"Sir."
The Sword Immortal's pupils dilated as he stared fixedly at the Confucian scholar, who was still looking up at the old city wall. He could not tell whether the man was an immortal, demon, fiend, or monster, but judging by this feeling, he ought to belong to the Immortal Dao.
The Sword Cultivator's mind reeled. Perhaps it was because of what Yi Shuyuan had said when he appeared; the feeling in his heart was impossible to describe.
"It's you! You're no mortal! This cat demon must have something to do with you, too! Do you know her sins?"
Disrupting the order of the human world could, in the Heavenly Realm's terms, count as violating the heavenly laws.
Hearing this, Yi Shuyuan finally could not help laughing.
"Hahahahaha! Those on the various paths of cultivation are always saying that a single leaf blinds mortals' eyes. But is it any different for all the beings and things between heaven and earth?"
Yi Shuyuan looked over them all, taking in every shifting expression-astonishment, wariness, curiosity, hope, confusion-as his