Su Mei was confused as she recollected Wei Wuyin's account of the Myriad War Dao Palace. When she did, she discovered a few, minor differences. The ghost wasn't blue, but red and the name was different. Were these places different?
"Choose your Dao," the red-skinned old ghost repeated. His smile was forever present while his voice remained monotone and robotic.
Su Mei had already considered her choice long ago. She said, "The Material Dao." Unlike Wei Wuyin who chose the Weapon Dao, she wanted to forge her own path. She had taken the saber to emulate Wei Wuyin, but if she merely followed his path, then she would never be useful. Furthermore, she too had ambitions and a deep-seated hunger to become an expert.
"Please choose amongst the three thousand Material Daos."
