The dice fell, and just as the Gou Trigram was struggling fiercely, it suddenly stopped.
Caught in a moment of shock, then leaping with cheers from the three hexagram images, like a jubilant oriole circling around Tai'a Mountain.
As if it had completely forgotten the resistance and defiance from moments ago.
Betraying one's lord... turning to pledge loyalty to the enlightened one in a mere instant.
The gleeful Little Gou Trigram landed atop the Gou Trigram, trembling as it absorbed the Tao Rhythm. Slowly, it began to consolidate its being.
Su He stood in the void, watching Emperor Luan.
Emperor Luan took a deep breath, his eyes not angry, but filled with sentiment: "Fellow Taoist, impressive tactics! I said during the battle at Feng Zhong, Zhen Nan Wang had great things to accomplish. Yet he failed to hold Feng Zhong battlefield, allowing allies to rush to aid Ancestor Flame. I'm afraid his Kan Trigram was taken by you long ago, wasn't it?"
