Master Liaochen nodded. "Yes, clever girl. That's what I mean."
Still, her air of emperor was the strongest he had ever met.
His affirmation comforted Jiang Pengji. It seemed that the "air" was useless, for it could only be affected by humans, but it could assist no one. A hopeless king would not be saved by it, nor would a great emperor be led astray.
"Are you worried that someone can see the air like me and hurt you for it?" All of a sudden, he laughed. "That's not likely. As far as I know, those with this ability are all indifferent to intervene. Some even live in deep woods to avoid the dust of this chaotic world."
She could be assured that people would not try to change what was meant to be. It was most natural for the world to split after long union, and unify after long division. The wise understood any attempt to change the course would be in vain.