The answer was written long ago.
Long before the Saint Servant of Tiansang Spirit Palace brought out Xu Xiaoshou.
Long before Bazhun'an publicly declared war after the White Cave.
His "self" was never confused, always clear and resolute.
"Bird with broken wings rebellious, sealing his sword yet not mortal..."
Gou Wuyue looked, watching that hunchbacked Bazhun'an in the Eighth Palace, slowly straighten up in his eyes.
Until he straightened and touched the sky, met the current Eight Ancestors, merging Yin and Yang, becoming one.
"Bow in fear and trembling? I say the sky is too low!"
...
"Sword Nurturing Technique..."
Millions of cultivators see millions of Bazhun'an in their eyes.
Below Fusang City, Xiao Kongtong's face was plastered with a grin, lounging weakly on the ground, as if drained of energy, staring enamored at his teacher.
Beautiful!
So beautiful!
An unparalleled beauty!
When Qingju and Bazhun'an became one, forming his backbone, Xiao Kongtong saw it.
