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"What if I don't hand it over?" Liu Donghui's question only added to the confusion. "Even if Gu Ping doesn't reveal it, what can be done? Handing it over might allow for a chance of escape, but refusing to do so is certain death. So why not just reveal it?"
Gu Ping remained silent for a long time before countering Liu Donghui's thoughts. "What is it that those forces truly seek? If we misunderstand their intentions, then whatever we do will be in vain."
Liu Donghui shook his head. He didn't deny being a leader at Heavenly Gate, nor did he deny being the Lord of the Nine Hells. He was merely a small commander, someone who had a voice in Great Jin's territory. How could he possibly know the true motives of those factions?
"If they are only after the book, perhaps my approach could work." Gu Ping looked at Liu Donghui. "But what if they are after something more?"
"What if that Light Canon is merely bait? What if they intentionally released it to lure people into taking action against it?"
If that were the case, Gu Ping's danger would lessen somewhat. He would just need to play along with those people until they realized the truth. Once they understood the situation, he could hand over the book and ensure his safety.
"But what if those forces simply want the book to disappear completely?" Liu Donghui analyzed calmly. "Have you considered that? What if that bait is meant to erase the book from existence, to make sure it vanishes from the World of Mortals?"
Gu Ping fell silent again, realizing how terrifying Liu Donghui's analysis was. If he was right, then those forces would have no reason to let him go. After all, he was one of the few who had seen the book's contents—just like Wei Guang, who had perished.
What if that Light Canon was truly unique?
If so, then making it disappear wouldn't be as simple as tearing up a book; it would require eliminating everyone who had seen it. And right now, Gu Ping was the only one left alive who had laid eyes on its pages.
If that book was indeed one of a kind...
No, there was no way around it; they would have to eradicate all witnesses to ensure those factions felt secure. After all, light had only just hidden away; who knew if any remnants of its power remained? It could lead to those factions striking back instead of ensuring their own safety.
No one could help Gu Ping in this matter. If he accepted aid from light, he would become part of it and be hunted down like a rat in the street.
Who can help Gu Ping?
Liu Lao Jiu is just an ordinary person, and it seems he hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Perhaps Divine Dragon's Abyss is helping him gather that information because of the hidden dragon. The information is too terrifying; it’s likely that whoever comes will just be a lackey.
The dog is already dead, leaving Gu Ping to deeply feel how powerless and weak he is in this world, even less than an ant. Although the dog's death was utterly meaningless, it was something Gu Ping wanted to seek. He suddenly recalled the dog's expression when they exchanged clothes that day—there was no hesitation at all, and it even held a hint of pride for him.
Coco thought that after completing that task, Gu Ping would treat him to a big meal or something. The dog probably never considered how dangerous that task truly was. Yet he acted without hesitation, solely because he trusted Gu Ping.
So the dog is dead.
It seems that the singer has already been taken away; the dog was taken by the Seventh Prince and was ultimately silenced. What about that singer from before?
Gu Ping clearly remembers the singer's name—Pei Xiaoxiao. It’s such a simple name, yet it sounds so beautiful. What a lovely name! Gasping, she was a person of misfortune, wanting to sell herself into Spring Pavilion, but she resisted and ended up slashing her own face with a knife. Now she could only wear a veil to cover her once beautiful face, which has now been ruined.
Her family drove her out of their home, forcing her to survive by becoming a singer at Lingyuan Pavilion. Every day she played a few tunes to earn some small change just to fill her stomach and live with dignity, rather than going to places like the Spring Pavilion to entertain men and drink flower wine.
That day, Gu Ping and Liu Lao Jiu went to eat something good at Lingyuan Pavilion. Liu Lao Jiu insisted on dragging Gu Ping to the best restaurant in town. Initially, there wasn't much to it; he just wanted to hear some music, trying to make himself seem sophisticated. It was there that he first encountered Pei Xiaoxiao.
He vividly remembers Pei Xiaoxiao's lively voice asking, "Young Master, may I ask where you are going?"
"Where?" Gu Ping asked in surprise. How could a singer know his whereabouts so easily?
There was always a hint of urgency in the young master's eyes; she could see that those who came from Tuan City were all leaving Liu Xia, right? Pei Xiaoxiao walked beside Gu Ping, speaking softly while gently plucking her pipa to cover her words.
Gu Ping looked at the Singer before her, captivated by the brilliance of those eyes that sparkled like morning stars. They seemed to convey something profound, perhaps a story or a feeling—a feeling called hope.
What is my name?
Gu Ping did not argue further; she knew that in those eyes, all his pretenses would be rendered meaningless. Any attempt to hide would be futile under such a gaze. Gu Ping wondered what kind of woman could possess such eyes. She surely could not be an ordinary woman. The deep purple Veil must be concealing a perfect face beneath it. If she were to unveil herself, the entire world would surely be enchanted, Gu Ping thought at that moment.
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