"You, have you still not realized?"
Lin Qi listened to these words, staring blankly at the scene before him.
What's going on?
Why did the figure of Wu Wangzi, the Demonic Sect Master he saw, now emanate a gentle radiance, his young face so full of compassion and benevolence?
Realize what? What do I need to realize?
He was the holder of the Yan Emperor's Mandate, the leader of the younger generation of the Human race for nearly a century—he was!
"If you peel away your Dao heart, you may find inside nothing but emptiness and vanity. Yesterday you lost your Dao name, and today you've lost. I'll give you a new Dao name. Let's call it Void Sword."
This was what the man had said a few nights ago, a hint of pity in his eyes.
Pity? Did he, Lin Qi, need the pity of others? He was the son of the Lin Family, the son of the great General Lin Nuhao, the future head of the Lin Family. Did he need pity from a minor Sect Master of the Demonic Sect?
"You..."
"Hmm?"
