Hearing Wuyi's thoughts about heaven, Master Zhang sighed.
He shook sand over the paper, shook it, and blew on it. Then, after struggling with a candle, he managed to drip heavy black wax on the document and affixed the great seal from the ring on his thumb. "Your defense here will never be forgotten by my Warriors." He shrugged. "Even if outside these walls men say the king won the battle, and defeated the demonic Wild." He handed over the parchment. "Heaven loves you, and every other living thing, Young Master. Heaven loves the sick, the blind, the leper, the unclean – the duskreaver, the swampling, and the demonic humans. They are beings born under heaven; it's just that they went on the wrong path and used taboo energy."
Wuyi glanced at the sum, drawn on the lotus sect – a draft redeemable at any branch in any kingdom in the empire – and nodded. He even smiled. "This is more than I contracted for, and honestly, she had made the payment," he said.
