Zheng Xiu's words were stunning.
Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and the Monk had experienced that buried piece of history firsthand, living through it within Gongsun Mo's Cannibal Painting.
The tragedy of Richan Valley.
The disappearance of the Martial World.
Zheng Xiu had even, in the guise of Gongsun Mo, spent a century painting ghosts and dotting their eyes. He had harvested the Human Souls of tens of millions to create a Cannibal Painting rivaling the Ghostly Realm, personally opened the Passage to the Darkness, and become a Human Pillar.
The memories of it all were still vivid in their minds.
They now knew the secrets of history.
Now that Zheng Xiu had laid it all bare, the Monk came to a sudden realization. "So the one most afraid of being taken by the Darkness... is him!"
"I met him face-to-face in Jingtang Town. A Mystic he may be, but in the end, he's still Human!"
Feng Bei lightly bit her lower lip, silent.
