At the Spirit Monkey Tavern, Qin Ming’s True Form sat in meditation. There was no killing here and no bloodshed. He could feel the city’s prosperity and bustle, yet wave after wave of chill rose in his heart.
Sometimes, terror did not come from an enemy one could see—not from tangible blood and fire. Just like now. There was no smoke of war, no sign of chaos, and everything was peaceful.
Outside the Glazed Window, pedestrians hurried along the road beneath brilliant lights. Yet Qin Ming felt intensely uneasy. It was even more terrifying when viewed from another perspective.
Dao Child Qin Ming and the two demons sat in silence without saying a word. At this moment, he was also seated inside the Spirit Monkey Tavern. He poured himself some wine.
The amber liquor gave off a rich aroma. His hand holding the cup was steady, but he held it suspended in midair for a long time without bringing it to his lips. He was waiting, wanting to meet his True Form.
Through the Glazed Window, Dao Child Qin Ming saw the gentle night scenery, children running and playing, and vendors selling black-tree candy. He could even smell its sweetness. But he never saw his True Form.