Sensing Ah Dai’s disappearance, Harry once again appeared in the courtyard. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his age-worn face. "My child, I believe, you will understand," he said.
Ah Dai found the wind whistling past his ears relentless; even in the white light that enveloped him like a shooting star, he couldn’t escape Harry’s words. He wasn’t particularly chasing speed—rather, the two stories the Western Swordsman had told him served as a backdrop to his thoughts. Before he knew it, he found himself standing before a large city—his journey up to this point reflected in the massive stone structures towering above him. He halted all thought and motion.
A sprawling city lay before him—the magnificent stone walls soared thirty ters high; a wide moat protected the city, lending a sense of calm to the otherwise nacing night sky. The grand city gate held a stone plaque, inscribed with three words in Holy Church text: The City of Light.
The City of Light? Could it be...? Hak Village was not far from the City of Light. Unbeknownst to him, Ah Dai had arrived in the capital of the Province of Light. The sight of the familiar city walls reminded him of Guild Chairman Kari of the Mages Guild, City Lord Aldos of the City of Light, and everything he had experienced here. It was in this city that he had tad the Bone Dragon. In retrospect, those who had attempted to assassinate mbers of the Mage Guild must have been from the Dark Forces. Since he was here, Ah Dai decided, he’d pay the city a visit.
Ah Dai activated his life essence and flew as he did entering Mica City. While the city’s exterior was calm, the bustling market was teeming with night-ti activity. All Ah Dai wanted was to find a quiet place to contemplate Harry’s words. Eventually, he found an inn, where he checked in and asked not to be disturbed.
The room was tidy. Ah Dai sat cross-legged on the bed, taking out the portraits of Bing He and the girl. He looked at Bing, then the girl, murmuring, "Can you tell ... what should I do? Bing, little girl, are your souls as happy in the other world as Uncle Harry said? You must be. After all the hardship you’ve suffered on this continent, even the cruelest sky gods wouldn’t extend your suffering. I’ve avenged your deaths. You can rest in peace in that other world." Overwheld with lancholy, Ah Dai closed his eyes and enter a ditative state, intent on returning to peak form as quickly as possible. Only when he was at his strongest would his mind be its clearest—at that point, perhaps he’d be able to make sense of everything.
Ah Dai channeled his Gold Body energy. Not since he and Xi Wen and the others broke through to the seventh realm of the liquid life essence had he properly trained. Now, as he actively channeled his life essence, he could feel a sense of emptiness inside his body. The liquid life essence had beco even more condensed, leaving even more room in his body. Ah Dai rejoiced, realizing that this was a sign of his abilities progressing. As soon as he replenished his liquid life essence, he would reach the realm of his forr master, the Sword Saint of Tian Gang. As the thought crossed his mind, Ah Dai began to move his Qi like waves. The concentrated life essence replenished slowly, contributing only a minuscule amount per cycle. But Ah Dai wasn’t in a rush. All he wanted was to find emotional solace. Now, he could finally enjoy so peace in cultivation.
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