บท 277: Chapter 277

Helian Zheng was quiet for a long moment, his eyes lidded over the colorful gems of his eyes.


He had a bellyful of questions. How had the Dama died? Why had the Dama's finger shifted? But as the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them.

Why ask? She was acting for his benefit; he trusted her.

No one knew what thoughts lay behind her misty eyes, but he was sure that in that ever turning mind there was a place for him and his steppes.

Even if raging winds and bloody rain followed her as she grasped the world in her plots, he would still choose to be the silly man who never plumbed the cold truths in the dark waters.

He liked her and would give her anything. In the vast heavens and wide earth, she was free.

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A group approached; Hu Yin Temple's four great Dharma Protector Lamas had arrived, their faces unsettled.

 "Where did the Living Buddha point?" The first Lama called out upon nearing.