"I must be crazy."
Gao Huating sat in the slowly gliding cloud-boat.
She casually extended a finger; the water vapor condensed into an ice-mirror that reflected the veiled face beneath her veil.
In her hand was a letter, written by her and dictated by Hei Yao.
She and Hei Yao now seemed to be nothing more than a bridge between the Dao and her master.
Hei Yao’s admonition kept ringing in her ears:
"…The Heavenly Dao has at least two wills, and those wills aren’t divided along the Dark Cult and Tian Luo lines. It’s more like one body with many faces."
The will I serve now does not want to tear things open with Wang Jixuan.
"But the will that sent so many Heavenly Immortals and Golden Immortals to besiege Wang Jixuan, even hiring three top experts to snipe at Senior Bai Gu—that will is the one bent on eliminating Wang Jixuan."
So I have to avoid that bunch of searchers and get you into that little pocket realm.