The lightest thing on the scales was, instead, her own life.
Success would change the heavens and replace the sun; failure would bring everything crumbling down, scattered into dust and smoke.
She had taken the helm of Jade Feather without permission, while the people aboard knew nothing.
The next step might lead into the Abyss.
The great hall shriveled in the flames. Heads that had smiled and chatted rolled at her feet; familiar corpses were nailed to pillars, their blood running down like glaring fresh paint. For days, this scene had startled her awake at midnight.
She had brought it about with her own hands.
There was no need to say, "I will shoulder all responsibility and bear every curse"-it meant nothing. Once all this happened, you could shoulder no responsibility, and no one would be left to curse you.
You had destroyed everything, and you knew you could never repay it.
Beneath the girl's lively, smiling face, thick, clotted black blood had long since weighed down her entire heart.
But.
She knew she had to do this. To become Jade Feather's sect leader, she had to possess the resolve to seize the lives of its several hundred people and its four-hundred-year legacy in her hands, then stake them on the gambling table.
After tonight, Jade Feather might plunge into the Abyss, but it might also take another road-rough, yet certainly bright.
The road Li Piaoqing had chosen for Jade Feather.
In the entire Jade Feather Gate, she alone knew what she was doing.
Heavy shadow suddenly invaded her vision. Li Piaoqing looked up and realized she had walked into the building's shade.
Seven Flood Dragon Cave had not arrived yet.
Not a trace of anything unusual showed on the girl's face. She turned her head for another glance at