Immortally foolish, Fu’s [Pull] maintained.
A devastation of lightning arrived from his [Dao]. A Heavenly descent. Continuous, annihilatory force that consud the imdiate battlefield about him in a glow of arcing teal.
Hushi’s arms reaped [Air Qi] from any nearby.
Shuidi’s mists were cleansed, and yet her [Pull] drew a torrent in bloody, twisting composition.
The [Dao] wished to break them. Such was its purpose.
Inwardly Fu felt the enormity of lightning grow, threatening to rip his body asunder through the lens of this Heavenly column. It swallowed Shaokang, Wiapi, Zhu and Tanshaui, inflicting as much suffering upon them as it had the encroaching assassins.
Fear was to accompany it. A trial and [Tribulation].
But the [Dao] could share no terror greater than this mont, for no fate was worse than the blade that could soon sever Yuling’s life.
Purge.
Their [Pull] beca a vortex, expanding through the storm. He felt another’s [Core] and reaped. The tarnished, bloody [Air Qi] vanished into his own, lding to deliver a further deluge of violent [Demonic Urges].
And another.
Grasp, pillage, grasp, pillage, grasp, pillage, grasp, pillage: and the bloody Qi suffused every iota of skin, [Channel] and [Core]. Empowering. Bulging like a sac that was fit to burst.
Shuidi.
The [Spirit Crab’s] consciousness wrenched control of the rampant [Dao], funneling its explosive force into the massed stockpiles of reaped [Inner Qi].
And detonated.
Heaven gave a singular applause.
[Tribulation] energy raged about the [Heavenly Spectre’s Shroud] as Fu left the battle in his wake, He moved as a predatory cloud, arcing and wind-made, consuming the landscape beneath his stride until he shattered the very ground at the [Paifang’s] mouth.
The cabal of assassins had not yet crossed.
“Flee,” he warned, once.
Fools cried out in expletive or rallied about surprise and insult. These disciples of the Sepulchral Saber Sect rely vanished into action. Grand deliveries pierced from the [Hundred Epheral Cuts], manifesting sabers and smoke, mist and fu, plunging through the intangibility of his body to disturbingly great effect.
[Three Wisps From Breath].
Prodigious arms fud from Fu’s back and empty socket, alight with the roar of the [Tribulation’s] energy.
[Half Cloud Step].
The three partners could feel no trace of [Demonic Urges], now cleansed by the denotation of their called [Tribulation]. This power had brought rejuvenation enough to clash, infusing strength into the lashing chain his technique had created.
But oh how these assassins struck with glee. These mirrored talents of spectral lineage, blurring [Might] and elite foundation. [Spirit Tigers] chuffed as their Qi tore holes in his own wispy [Constitution]. Douli-bearing villains smiled as their myriad lesser [Dao] were countered by Fu’s lashing tendrils.
Was this enjoynt?
Did they think crossing the [Paifang] was no great feat?
Does more of this plan go unseen?
Shuidi drowned the [Core] of an onyx [Spirit Tiger] to their rear, deflecting three more with fus of the [Wind Phantom’s Breath].
Dozens remained.
It matters not.
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[Ink] burned.
Fu spat.
The final reserves of his liquid [Origin Qi] washed upon his form, replenishing the great deficit of his [Constitution] and the [Inner Qi] that fed it. It could not nd the great ntal toll that ceaseless use of the [Dao] had seized, nor that of his wounded [Spirit].
“Hushi, Shuidi…” he struggled, rising from a great gasp. “Are you well?”
A constellation of specks wisped about the [Mystic Realm].
A vibrant marker of fresh corpses.
All else was in ruin. Gone were the poppies’ pink fus and the ground that had once held them, covered instead in visceral fluid and the pox-marks of ten thousand exchanged blows.
Sabers littered the ground.
Hushi lifted their chain, securing it in Fu’s grip.
“Tanshuai. Zhu,” warned Shuidi.
[Water Qi] flushed the vile coating of blood from their weapon, and their [Senses] moved to where Zhu clashed with the Sepulchral Saber Sect’s lead disciple. Just as his rain no longer fell, his [Dao of the Epheral Cascade] - exhausted, so did the scene paint an empty, fu filled sky.
No moon glead nor sun radiated.
One breath and [Half Cloud Step] delivered them hence.
The veil clad disciple showed large against a ravaged field. Her three [Spirit Tigers] lood in lax formation about her, half-ensconced by pink-hued smoke.
She allowed Fu’s approach.
First to great, twinned mounds. Tapestries of gore wherein Shaokang knelt aside his vast Waipi, both with uncountable bloody fissures carved upon their flesh. Low was their breath and the slight rise of each chest.
A wheeze.
Hushi slung down, seeing that both held open, unblinking eyes. Their pupils no larger than pins, terrorized into submission.
“I would have them see,” intoned the disciple.
Her tamber, her inflection, it suggested that them applied not only to Shaokang and his partner.
Fu crossed Kang Jae’s corpse, reaching a scene of second horror.
Smoke ford the sabers interred in Zhu’s palms, sealing him against the ground. These cruel blades had the skin about them blacken and hiss, mirrored again in his shoulders, thighs and feet.
Tanshuai’s wings were charred, twitching as the [Spirit Butterfly] writhed upon his gut.
The mad and foolish might consider a thousand complaints.
Had Yuling’s rescue not taken priority- Had the [Paifang] not need defended- Had they approached as assassins- Had Grandmother Hua intervened- Had another [Season] passed- Had he t his daughter sooner- Had he the rit to join the sun-facing Sect-
Fu gained another step.
“This Gao Shuidi sees three partners now. Gao Zhu has dealt the talentless saber a blow! She would not dare continue!”
Slow was the disciple’s turn. “One cannot take life and hold it dearly,” she intoned, circling a palm. “That is Heaven’s first truth.”
Zhu’s struggle had felled one of her partners, and yet the monsters before them showed no signs of this crippling. An entire Path removed, a fifth of her soul and myriad moons of cultivation. Such detachnt was grim indeed.
“We do not co to bandy insight, cultivator. Let this ending begin.”
“The lost cub knows this. The starved beast that happens upon a litter. The sun-walking heroes mask well their knowledge of it. It is no insight, Gao Fu. rely… law. But you know this, yes. The assassin. A monster beneath the moon. That you hold it dear now is but the last lingering attachnt of mortality.”
The disciple employed no trickery.
Her words were true.
“Yet you stand here,” said Fu. “Seeking vengeance, possessing the sa sentint for a fallen Sect. If this is your concept, you walk against it.
Hushi’s arms dripped, trailing the [Impending Mortality Dew] across their physique.
“To conflate duty with sentint is the outlook of youth. I see you believe I say this for naught. Further folly brings further insult to my Sect. Stay that poison. It would be… disappointing to have you crippled before justice cos to pass.”
Motion flew from the fus at her rear.
Fresh figures appeared as swift as thought. A douli clad pair, and their three [Spirit Tigers] each, coarsely thrusting Yuling and Nuwang to their lead disciple’s feet.
“Yuling!” he cried. “Nuwang!”
Released that she might be captured again. Where are the Clouded Courts?
His heart beat cold.
“The plum-eyed trash and the one-ard fool. Possessing of eyes, they still cannot see. This once-great Sect was ruined once by your hand: fate sealed by your intervention. Now twice, for your futility has cleansed the weakest of my remnants. A service. A debt,” she said, swirling the ranks of her partners. Caressing with gentle trails. “And [Karma] bids we right it.”
A hair of movent announced Fu’s intent to move.
Smoke coalesced at her whim before even this infinitesimal distance might be crossed. An imdiacy of fu-borne sabers pierced the [Heavenly Spectre’s Shroud], wresting control of the very Qi within.
Fu’s body stalled.
Hushi and Shuidi beca frigid, unable to lift a breath.
The lead disciple was then upon him, and her hand burned with the heat of a thousand blazing suns at his jaw. Her grip was titanic as she snapped his neck towards Yuling.
“See her love, Gao Fu. Witness first hand the folly of attachnt and all you have wrought. It shall be burned upon your mory as this life ends,” she finally hissed.
A purity of [Fire Qi] entered his [Channels] at her command.
An inferno to make steam of the [Impending Mortality Dew], [Twin Demon Chrysanthemum Sap] or [Pure Yang Lotus Drops].
To make steam of [Channel], [ridian] and [Core].
[Mind].
[Body].
[Dao of-]!
[Dao o-]!
[D-]
Futility.
Agony.
Yuling clamped her mouth tightly shut, trapping the heartful screams between gum and lip. There she thrashed, impotent as the second assassin steered her head and tore wide her eyelids that she might not look away.
She is ever diligent, is she not? Hushi? Shuidi. Brave and righteous.
His impressions t silence.
Absent souls.
Heat held aning no longer.
The ans to control his thoughts faded, and soon his eyes lapsed from the edge inward. A curtain closing, flaking, removing the pink-hued fus, the tarnished ground… and Yuling.
Ash.
Heaven laughs at the will of cultivators, for what did it care for such plight?
Fresh specks released upon the breeze. A teal that ashen white could not repress, and yet it was aningless. re granules carried from one stretch to another, loose ribbons that would once more add to the impartial winds.
To an onlooker, naught differed.
To Heaven, the sa.
Fragnts of the once Fatherly [Asura] returned skyward, venturing to horizons near and distant.
So trite fifth landed upon a distant laborer’s scarf. Another scattered beneath the breathy flare of a [Spirit Oxen’s] nostrils.
Smaller pinches flowed elsewhere, careless and carefree.
To the wedge of a rchant daughter’s window, pried wide that her passion might be explored. Beneath the foot of the realm’s lowest villain, dirtying his sole as a rusted jian pressed against this latest victim’s collar.
Stolen novel; please report.
One speck landed gently atop a poppy’s whorl.
This pink-rich breeze carried all. Indifferent and vast, its scattering took but a span of breaths. It did not mind the sorrowful cry of a daughter’s despair.
Nor care as the sky erupted in cerulean.
But it heeded the call.
“The debt is clear, brute of the [Cherry River Sage]. Repaid, it shall be.”
Cerulean fla ignited upon the laborer’s scarf and in the [Spirit Oxen’s] wake. The rchant’s window, villain’s sole and orchid’s lip. From prayer bead, Patriarch’s beard, thrusting qiang and slurry upon a daughter’s blood-matted cheek.
The wind extended its palm, and [Ink] roared with a fla to make cinders of Heaven.
From four corners these ashen specks reford, racing across the cerulean skies like teors in flight. Each a pulsing star of inordinate Qi, condensing to form a tri-partate silhouette upon the poppy-strewn ground.
[Ink] burned. [Ink] blazed.
Gao Fu set down a reforged douli, and with a second hand welcod Shuidi to his palm. A maelstrom of cerulean fla encased him: children to the titanic entity that soared well above.
The mythic [Divine Serenities Phoenix].
No gratitude was shared, for one sight alone held the three’s focus.
“If the Heavens block, cut the Heavens,” intoned the lead disciple. Her [Spirit Tigers] flocked with the swiftness of fresh initiates.
A flick pulsed [Intent] across Fu’s palms and he trailed through their smoke-borne flesh as if they were curtains to be drawn. Their [Spirits’] sundered at a touch, dispersing them to the ground like wling kittens.
If the lead disciple felt this…
“My daughters,” Fu smiled, stooping to Yuling and Nuwang. The flas of the [Divine Serenities Phoenix] embraced them at a touch, casting free the stain of violence and injury. From teal arms did the douli descend, cradling Yuling’s head.
The world was slow about him, and so he said no more.
Hushi went east, and Shuidi west, making prey of the Sepulchral Saber Sect’s remaining pair.
Fu’s grip plunged about the lead disciple’s neck. “[Dao of Four Horizons],” he called, whisking both into the Heavens themselves.
“What is this?” flinched the woman, shades of her hanfu and flesh failing to turn gaseous.
[Impending Mortality Dew] flooded from his grasp, saturating the assassin’s skin as he ripped free her veil. A great bore opened at her forehead, set there by malefic, burrowing tendrils. No thorns as the forr True Imperial’s brand had held.
He ensured its progress was slow, dessicating flesh and Qi.
“My service.. On the [Dao]...” she scread. “I pledge…”
“You spoke of death, attachnt and sentintality. That it is Heaven’s truth. I do not deny it. A weakness that I choose to hold dear. Thus I say once, go. From one black-hearted soul to another, go. et the afterlife swiftly, rejoin your Sect, your ancestors, the Great Cycle: and warn them, assassin. Prepare the dead for ten thousand visitors, for I will dispense no less than this fate to those who endanger my children.”
The assassin’s bones went afla, for her flesh was too weak to contain the [Fire Qi] of her [Constitution].
His grip fell, scattering her across the realm.
[Dao of Four Horizons].
Hushi and Shuidi returned to him at his landing, withholding myriad impressions save for curiosity about the titanic myth’s arrival.
Yuling bowed deeply aside Shaokang, proffering respects to the great phoenix without further words.
The rejuvenating flas had not touched the Gao clan’s brutish pair wholly, extinguishing so that vast lattices of scars remained upon he and Waipi’s flesh.
Zhu and Tanshaui held this sa fate, punctured yet living. “Brother,” he acknowledged, dazed enough that he had yet to unstopper the wine in his palm.
“Father.”
“Gao Fu.”
“F… Fu,” stamred a fourth.
Kang Jae skulked forward, unblemished save for burns upon his fabric. His personality did not align with subtlety, and at this mont Fu cared very little for the suspicious bulge of Gochi within his folds.
The phoenix nded only us. This mystery is for later days.
“My Gao clan,” he t, dipping his head towards Shaokang and Jae both despite the latter’s lack of inclusion. “Great [Divine Serenities Phoenix], I exchange my endless gratitude at this second eting.”
Heat word through Fu’s skull at the very utterance of its speech.
“[Winter’s] child is mistaken. This great fla has crossed only the brute’s path. Another ember have you encountered,” it tremored. “Know this, the [Cherry River Sage’s] debt is cleansed. As Heaven dictates our [Karma] is null. No further favors are owed by this great fla.”
Fu stoked his whisker. “Then we will cry it loudly, great fla. The [Divine Serenities Phoenix] is indeed righteous. A thousand gratitudes,” he bowed.
Caring not for such insects, the [Divine Serenities Phoenix] vanished before his words had half begun.
Shuidi’s mirth was great. “This Gao Shuidi will one day mirror this feat. To leave unwanted conversation so dramatically. A boon this talented hermit will surely master.”
The poppies fud pink once more.
“I’ve need of much wine, brother. Ho awaits,” said Zhu, nigh collapsing with the next step.
A supporting shoulder erged in Yuling. “This humble daughter greets you, cultivator Zhu.” Nuwang ripped the bottle from his grasp. “But no, there shall be no wine until your injuries are treated. You will act rationally until we return.”
His grin showed blood-stained teeth. “An insult perhaps, but Yuqi remains my favourite niece.”
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“...again, it is this lacking disciple’s failure.”
The heat beneath [Sumr’s] mists had grown oppressive. Aggressively more stifling than that of so few hours ago.
Though much more had changed.
Discomfort did not distract Fu from the disciples before him, arrayed behind the closed screen to his office. Three envoys from the Clouded Courts, steeped as their [Spirit Serpents] were, in roiling shadow.
“The fault lies in my lacking foresight,” he said.
Shuidi sneered in protest.
These gathered assassins bowed deeper. “Master Fatherly [Asura], such a thing cannot be said! We six gathered souls are here for atonent, sent by Elder [Breath Upon Onyx Nape]. To have disappointed one of your station: these deaths are offered. An offence of this magnitude demands no less.”
“Elder [Breath Upon Onyx Nape]. Two Hundredth and Forty First Elder of the Clouded Courts. Seat of Order, Golden rchant Canton. [True Lord Realm].”
Fu thanked the Old One for this recollection.
“Oh?” he mused. “Is this the expectation? That the Fatherly [Asura] will reap his juniors for such insult? Does rumor circulate that my justice is of this ilk?”
Unflinching, the assassins’ bows went prostrate.
None dared answer but one [Spirit Serpent], manifested from shadow. “The Fatherly [Asura] hears truth, punishing not the lens or ssenger. It is these disciples that hold bla, that we might not recognize blood of your blood. Had we better insight, confirmation would have arrived swifter. Forgiveness.”
“This Gao Shuidi admires her junior’s boldness.”
“Acceptable whispers. Then, juniors, do you believe your lives equal to the absence of aid when requested? The spurning of the [Starry Skies Sage’s] personal disciple and first blade of the Cloud Gathering division?”
Leftmost spoke then, partner to the boldest serpent. Feminine beneath her mask. “On the [Dao], if it is wished.”
Silent and swift, his chain’s head thrust. The point tearing a single strand from each of their blackened robes in one motion.
“Six serpents are slain here this day, reaped as recompense to rise once more as spectres. Yet their senior’s cruelty binds them. These walls beco your tomb. See that none desecrate its contents.”
One kowtow began, and on the second Shuidi scoffed. “Bah! Do these serpents not have fangs?”
The proffered face… paused.
“The dead should first show gratitude to Elder [Breath Upon Onyx Nape],” he continued. “And second, voice their concerns if marinated pork is undesirable. Spectres are unwelco at my table, but it is improper to have even dead juniors miss their morning al.”
Of the three only the central disciple gasped.
Fu would rectify such foolishness, lest he truly wished to beco a ghost. A hand dismissed these assassins into shadow, and the other set a pipe into his mouth. Care was taken not to shatter it between his grip.
Much had changed.
Teal smoke wafted before him, joining Shuidi as she reverently inspected their [Ink].
[RIDIAN CLEANSED]
[Control] 15
[Capacity] 15,
[Might] 20
[Harmony] 1
[Spirit] 1
A ssage that had arrived fourfold, until the next.
[Core Formation] [Mind]
[ATTAINED]
[Core] refined.
[Two Pointed Star] has grown.
[Might] 150
[Capacity] 100
Death held benefits. The [Divine Serenities Phoenix’s] revival held myriad.
[Node Cleansed]
[Art] attained.
[Eightfold Arrival of the Asura] The manipulation of [Affinity]-linked [Inner Qi] has beco intrinsically linked to the [Heavenly Spectre’s Shroud], solidifying the manifestation of all related techniques.
Hushi’s need for limbs was never in question, and Shuidi was passingly curious about the benefits of myriad limbs born of their [Constitution]. Yet Fu was indebted to the Heavens for recognizing this talent.
An unfocused thought had five arms of [Mist Qi] sprout from his back. No technique of the [Three Wisps From Breath], nor an effort that requires mantra and regular attention as it had before.
These arms rose from his intangible flesh as natural as breath.
To that avail-
[Three Wisps From Breath]
[False Imitation] [Peak] attained.
[Capacity] 40
[Push] 25
[Clouded Ghost Arts]
[Earthly Ascension] [Early] attained.
[Control] 75
[Capacity] 20
[Push] 60
It ca without sequence, detailing a story of scattered facts. Indeed the tide of [Ink] he had witnessed beyond their resurrection-
Hushi impressed warmth.
“Not even death holds this Gao Shuidi. Truly, we are formidable. What need is there to linger on it?”
Fu caressed the diminutive [Spirit Hermit’s] shell. “My Shuidi’s talent is peerless,” he smiled. “That is never in dispute. I am rely troubled… no, I rely reflect on the [Divine Serenities Phoenix]. An external ans.”
“The great venerable pigeon owes us a second tithe.”
His hand lifted. “Grandmother Hua’s favor of foresight is spent, yes. Her aid and preparation made clear. That our own debt remains is pleasing. Let us not die a second ti, however.”
[Tribulation Conquered]
[Boon] attained.
[Hegemon of Pale Mists] The will of mist grows ek, knowing reformation reaped more of Heaven than was reaped of you.
Cryptic, but nothing that ti could not unravel. A sliver of this fresh [Boon] had already revealed itself in these past hours.
He pondered on his twin’s experiences. Separate now, how would these changes affect the other? In [Dao] he was confident, for the mind and insight could be shared. A visit to their [Conception Vessel] would rectify this, aligning all the other’s self had gained.
But a change in [Body]? In [Spirit}?
An inwards glance spoke of absence, warning that Bingbai and the forr [Mockery] still sched within the Empire of Abundant [Spiring]: their connection sealed by the trappings and distance of [Imperial Realms].
A final ssage read on his [Ink].
[ridian] cleansed.
[Three Pointed Star], [Harmony] attained.
[Might] 20
[Capacity] 10
[Control] 10
[Pull] 10
[Push] 10
[Spirit] 1
Twice.
The [Divine Serenities Phoenix] could dispense such gifts on a whim. Death conquered and late [Core Formation] begun…
Fu smiled, retracting the screen to his estate’s gardens.
Harsh [Sumr] sunlight had him glad from the return of his douli. Ascension to the next stage had made him more of [Winter], and even outwith the [Tyranny of Seasons] the Qi held a hostile air.
Despite it, the trio’s attention was skyward.
A gem soared above all. The canton of fangs at the pinnacle of Divine Clouded Mountain, and in his [Spirit] knew, the pinnacle of all within the Clear Sky Empire.
This morning held a mist that would blind all but an oxen’s hair of reach before any.
As [Hegemon of Pale Mists] Fu’s sight saw only azure Heavens and the object of his focus. [Gleeful Viper’s] seat.
The [Three Eyed Spying Array] would gain much in these three [Seasons].
“Father!” was called twofold.
“Patriarch Gao.”
“Gao Fu.”
“Fu.”
“Brother.”
“Youngling.”
“Do not, Uncle,” warned Yuling, swatting Zhu’s hand from the first bowl of steaming rice. “This daughter’s negligence has ruined your hocoming. Propriety must be observed at our first al.”
Nuwang purred warningly.
Zhu made to protest until Yuling placed a Qi-rich bottle by his setting. It had him grin. “Niece, you grow in my estimations.”
Gone was the formality of Grandmother Hua’s table. The traditional arrangent within one of the estate’s nurous rooms.
A passing thought to Feng had manifested.
Fu had enjoyed the establishnt where Ruoxuan and her father dined, and here was a replica, replete with low circular table, arrayed by mats and riverside view. Atop was a resplendent feast.
Stew, dumplings, marinated ats, vegetables, four fragrant rices and myriad accompanints hidden beneath sealed lids.
The Gao clan sat as their patriarch did not, claiming the tea instead.
Ginger’s scent wafted pleasantly.
“Patriarch Gao,” protested An. “Allow .”
He began a circuit, ensuring each cup was filled before his own. “Ten thousand lifetis would not be enough to express my gratitude for those gathered at my table. Shaokang, Waipi, Jae, Gochi and my siblings, Zhu and Tanshaui. This father holds endless love in his heart for each sacrifice endured in his daughters’ rescue.”
Zhu unstoppered his wine.
Shaokang grunted.
“Here sits a blessing. That those I cherish might finally et together in peace. Truly there is no greater wealth beneath the Heavens. My friends, my family, gratitude,” Fu said, bowing low before raising his cup.
A feast began.
The Old One regaled Feng and Paxing with tales of antiquity at the table’s far edge, earning the occasional, prideful comnt from Shuidi as she detailed the myriad [Array Formations] this talented Mistress had shattered in her own history.
Small, stamring conversation was held between An and Kang Jae in the center.
Zhu proffered a fourth bottle to Shaokang, for he was already on his third. “Drink,” he said in simplicity, and no more was needed to complete this fledgling bond.
Though the brother’s ireful glare still fell upon Jae, if sporadically.
A gluttonous [Spirit Octopus] found much to speak on with Waipi and Yiji, as if a conference had begun between wizened masters. The link [Harmony] provided was vast, even in infancy, and Fu heard many views on the [Boundless Dao], Cloudy Serpent Sect politics and the correct seasoning for balancing [Spirit Fish].
Fu’s smile was half-false as he observed Yuqi enthuse about the various [Mystic Realms] Yasodhara had crossed to her sister. On the receiving end, Yuling’s vision was distant, though this went unnoticed to all but the assassins.
There ca a low purr at his side, scattering the mundane [Spirit Serpents] showing interest in their al.
“The [Divine Serenities Phoenix] does not cleanse ntal scars,” he whispered. “I would ask on you both, Nuwang.”
Much pride had left the [Spirit Lioness]. “Our father was the moon, walking as the sun. Two worlds have t. Yet, her fear is not this.”
“Then what is?”
Nuwang sat aside him, observing Yuling in concert. “That this dangerous wind might take you further than either we might follow, or you might return from. The [Cherry River Sage] no longer tutors us, father. Yuling would not disappoint another.”
“If my heart is unclear, I would right it. No child of mine could ever disappoint,” Fu frowned. “The daughter that does not know this is failed by her father.”
The [Spirit Lioness] purred softly. “In her eyes, this failure is her own. It is why no others were told of the Sepulchral Saber Sect. Bold, brilliant Yuling thought it her burden in your absence. To have it resolved before your return.”
“These were her words?”
“Our words, father. That we might do no less than this,” purred Nuwang.
Inwardly, the [Dao of Tribulations] resonated. Fu stroked his whisker, conflicted. “If this is your Path, daughters, then your father will aid you. We have three [Seasons] until my departure. Against a parent’s wisdom, let us see if that will be enough.”
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