Lind looked at his right hand as if he had never seen it before. For thousands of years, the black ring had been there. The sage words of Haro when talking about the Dao and even guiding him in his duties as a True Lord had been invaluable.
Lind felt lost. His assumptions were wrong. Heaven was not punishing him for defying it, Haro had broken the rule that a cultivator had to face their own tribulations. As a progenitor he only had to survive but as a True Lord he had to face it on his own.
A True Lord cannot be a coward and hide away from his trials. The harsh requirements were necessary given the authority invested into them. Lind's assumptions had been wrong from the start!
He wanted to ponder it a bit more but his current circumstances did not allow it. He noted the terrified fox girl next to him but she was all right. He was curious why traces of Haro were on her but he examined the weaving he had created.
