Lin Mu tilted his head back, looking up at the sky.
Though it was clear and blue now, he could almost imagine the Tribulation Clouds that would soon gather, the weight of heavenly will pressing down upon him.
The last time he had faced tribulation he had been drunk and had gone through it without even realizing it. But what awaited him this time would be harsher than that.
But he welcomed it.
The stronger he became, the fewer chances he would have to let others slip through his fingers. If he wished to carve through the Ephemera Sect, to ensure that no remnant of their shadow escaped, he needed more than cunning or allies.
He needed power that could stand against calamity itself.
Lin Mu closed his eyes. His mind wandered briefly to Lin Mo. A shadow of uncertainty stirred within him, one he had buried beneath battle after battle. Lin Mo's path, his choices, his very existence... There was still so much Lin Mu did not know.
