"If Your Excellency wishes to leave, I will not stop you.
However, certain things belong to my Cang Que. For Your Excellency to take them without a word... isn't that a bit improper?"
Zhao Xuanji's words were like the strike of a cold Jade Chime ringing out across the slowly calming Heaven and Earth. They carried an undeniable declaration of sovereignty and, more than that, the absolute confidence of one who had just obtained supreme power.
Hearing this, Qi Yun stood with his hands clasped behind his back. The half-smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a calmness as profound as a deep pool.
He knew, of course, what the other was referring to.
The Fruit Position!
This object was a condensation of the Great Dao, almost like a piece of the puzzle that made up a world.
The False Celestial Will had dissipated, and the True Celestial Will had reclaimed the Celestial Position. How could it stand by and watch as an item so crucial to its very essence was taken by an outsider?
