Jing Jiu handed over the slender wooden sticks and said, "The principle is simple, but thinking of it isn't easy."
The Zen Child accepted them with both hands, then suddenly asked, "When did you think of this principle?"
Jing Jiu walked to the threshold and gazed at the distant snowfield. "It came to me one day. It must have been when I was discussing soul fire with the Nether Emperor in the Demon-Suppressing Prison."
"Because of the name 'soul fire'?" the Zen Child asked.
"Don't you think that name makes no sense? There must be some other sense behind it."
"I asked Snow Ji," Jing Jiu said. "They aren't like that, but that doesn't mean the Human Race isn't."
Hearing Snow Ji's name, the Zen Child shook his head and asked, "Are you sure helping her leave was a good thing?"
"It was something to be done," Jing Jiu said. "Whether it was good or bad didn't matter."
Zhao Layue stood up and followed his gaze into the depths of the snowfield. "Do you want to kill her?"
Ever since Jing Jiu had arrived in the snowfield, that ice peak had been very quiet. The absence of that divine sense said a great deal.
"She isn't as strong as her mother, but she wouldn't be so easy to kill either. And why kill her? Her mother and I get along well," Jing Jiu said.
"But she doesn't get along with her mother," Zhao Layue said. "She nearly killed her."
"Her mother had just given birth then and was at her weakest," Jing Jiu said. "She also took the opportunity to conceal herself from fate and the Heavenly Way and leave the snowfield."
The Zen Child shook his head repeatedly. "Something about this conversation feels rather strange."
Jing Jiu gave a