Chapter 177: Ten Days (2)

"The sword only knows truth," Jiang Wan whispered to the howling wind.

Then, a veritable river of golden Dao Tokens streamed down from the cliffs, a flowing ray of light that merged into his collarbone. He continued walking down the canyon, his eyes still closed, moving onto the next truth.

High above the canyons, seated upon a solitary, desolate mountain peak that pierced the silver clouds, was Feng Yao.

The frail, sixteen-year-old anomaly was not fighting. He was sitting cross-legged, his head tilted back, watching a spectral, bioluminescent butterfly flutter aimlessly through the stagnant air. His pupil-less, milky white eyes followed its erratic path with childlike fascination.