"Xiang Qian! You will forever move forward! You will never retreat!"
"But I'm too tired, Master, too tired. I'm so tired! I... don't want to walk anymore!"
"Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten everything?"
"Forward! Forward! Forward!"
Xiang Qian suddenly awoke.
Glancing around, he paused for a moment, then remembered he was in the town hall of Qingyang Town.
The cold sweat climbing his spine reminded him that it had been a long time since he had dreamed. A long time since he had... remembered.
Every day he deliberately scattered his Path Origin, drunkenly dropping off to heavy sleep, waking up with a splitting headache, unable to remember anything—that was the best state.
How rare inner peace was.
If you can't obtain peace, then you seek a state of Chaos.
If you can't achieve liberation, then you seek to let go of yourself.
To let go...
At this moment, dawn was just breaking, and the town hall was strewn with constables sleeping soundly.
