White Marsh.
Lu Changfeng's heart jolted.
Legend had it that White Marsh understood the nature of all things and knew the affairs of ghosts and gods. There was nothing it did not know of the world's demons and monsters, mountains and rivers, or secrets past and present.
The Yellow Emperor had once asked about the ghosts and gods under heaven, and White Marsh had answered him one by one-eleven thousand five hundred and twenty kinds in all.
"So that's it."
Understanding dawned on Lu Changfeng. "You carry the White Marsh bloodline, sir. That's how you know these secrets, and how you knew why we had come before we even reached your door."
Su Yanqiu smiled faintly and did not deny it.
"White Marsh knows all things, but even that has its limits."
He said softly, "What I know are things that have already happened. As for the future, I can see only a hazy outline. It is like divination: foretelling the broad course of events is possible, but seeking out every variable lies beyond human power. I knew why Your Highness was coming three days ago, but I cannot see clearly what choices you and Young Master Lu will make."
Li Lingyue fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly. "Since you know why we have come, Master Su, you should also know what Dragon-Slaying City is planning. Today it is us; sooner or later, it will be Dragon-Slaying City... Even if you can persuade us to abandon this idea, can you make everyone under heaven give up the thought of opening the mausoleum?"
If everyone under heaven were so reasonable, where would troubled times come from? Where would strife come from?
"Naturally, I understand what Your Highness means."
Su Yanqiu sighed. "If you two were in the Sixth Realm,