Light Fortress
Chapter 440 - 93 Yinta’s Blizzard Night (Part 2)_3

Chapter 440: Chapter 93 Yinta’s Blizzard Night (Part 2)_3

Before the Family Head could speak,

Bai Xiu continued, "I’ve made a promise to the Second Elder, I will not disseminate this information."

The man sighed and shook his head, changing the subject with a laugh, "Now that you already know... there are people in the Elder Council watching you, do you still intend to set out for Huaiyin at such a critical time?"

"I’m more inclined to believe that the will behind the assassination on the Frozen Prairie comes from forces outside Changye’s domain."

Bai Xiu said slowly, "Because the greatest of the Bai Family stands before me. If you wished me dead... it need not be so troublesome."

Upon hearing these words, the man sighed again, "Speak less of that word in the future... it’s inauspicious."

Bai Xiu felt somewhat helpless.

"What I really want to say is..." the Bai Family Patriarch stood up and said, "Since it’s so unsafe out there, why don’t I accompany you? We’ll go to Huaiyin first, then to the Frozen Prairie Ice Lake to retrieve Qu Long’s body... Of course, if you need a reason, you can interpret this as my guilt over the assassination, or as the Bai Family’s importance placed on you."

Bai Xiu fell silent.

He shook his head, "No need... I want some time alone."

...

...

"Lord Divine... the mission has failed."

"But... I am still alive."

The wind and snow of the Tundra were fierce.

This was a desolate no man’s land, unseen by humans year-round; westward from Yinta, one would encounter such a vast wilderness. Mr. Jin chose not to head south, for once he left the deserted areas, Wind Eye’s monitoring would tighten.

In the belly of a mountain cave, the campfire crackled crisply.

The Spiritual Link was established.

In the supreme "Divine Throne permission," Mr. Jin finally saw his spiritual faith.

A youth in a moon-white robe with his eyes firmly shut.

"I am gravely injured... it seems I won’t last much longer, if not for your ’Divine Miracle,’ I fear I will only live another three days..." Mr. Jin’s lips were cracked and dry, the potency of the medicine waning, his iron will dissolving; even as he forced his spirits up, he could feel the disintegration of his thoughts.

For every gain, there must be a sacrifice.

"You overestimate yourself."

On the other end of the Spiritual Link, the youth in the moon-white robe had yet to open his eyes.

He spoke indifferently, "With your current condition, on the Tundra, you won’t survive a day... "

Mr. Jin was startled.

"If nothing unexpected occurs, the Bai Family Patriarch will depart tomorrow to personally investigate the corpse of Qu Long at the Frozen Prairie Ice Lake... This man is far more astute than you can imagine. As for ’your’ body burned to ashes in Yinta, it cannot be considered a body, just like destroyed evidence cannot be considered evidence. A knife alone proves nothing."

"Of course, nobody can prove that you died, nor can they prove you are still alive."

The youth mockingly laughed, "So Bai Zesheng has no choice but to stab himself, though it is a truly foolish act... Stabbing oneself deeper doesn’t necessarily convince others. With the Bai Family Patriarch’s personality, as long as the identity of the body in Yinta remains unconfirmed, no matter how calm and gentle he appears on the surface, he will not truly eliminate his doubts."

Mr. Jin’s lips trembled slightly.

"So... you need to live, to walk out of the Tundra alive, to return to Central Continent alive."

The sound of this sentence echoed off the cave walls.

Rich as an aged wine.

The broken snow on the mountain wall rustled down.

Mr. Jin’s eyes suddenly changed, the diffused gaze instantly shining with brilliance.

In just a few seconds, his complexion was no longer pale, blood no longer seeped from his wounds... He stood up, his bones crackling, his entire body restored to peak condition.

And he hadn’t applied any medicine.

It was an inexplicable event... He hadn’t touched any substance, merely heard one sentence from the other side of the Spiritual Link.

A seemingly mundane, utterly plain sentence.

Such a sentence, anyone could utter... but only one person could produce such an "effect."

Wine God.

Mr. Jin pursed his lips, feeling as though his blood had regained vitality, the fatal wound on his chest numb no more. It was unimaginable; this casually uttered sentence was more effective than Bai Zesheng’s medicine!

It was... as though he had been reborn!

For every gain, there must be a sacrifice?

No... there are exceptions.

The gods, they are the exception.

"Come back," said the Wine God softly, "I will wait for you at Source Tower."

...

...

The Spiritual Link was severed.

The moon-white-robed youth returned to the real world.

The wind and snow of the wilderness, the flickering campfire... All became an illusory shadow that gradually faded as the Spiritual Link broke.

In front of the Wine God, the darkness returned.

He sat on the pure white Divine Throne, with a wave of his hand maidens would offer fine wine, with a rise from his seat servants would help him to step down... but this was the pinnacle of Source Tower, and just a few steps forward to the lookout, there were endless streaming clouds, sunrise and sunset, moonrise and stars shifting.

He could see none of it.

Even though he sat upon the loftiest throne in the world, studded with gems and jewels, what use were they?

Wine God approached the lookout, dismissed all the attendants, and reached out silently, touching the ethereal clouds, feeling what people could see but not touch.