"You want me to slay the god?"
Qin Liuxi and the Marquis of Wind exchanged glances, a hint of astonishment in their eyes: "Do you know what you're saying?"
The Marquis of Wind wore a bitter smile and said, "I know, I just fear I can't suppress it. As you can see now, stripping away this piece of bone, the Green Lake is already in turmoil. If one day... I don't want to become like him."
"It won't come to that," Qin Liuxi said. "You must remember, you are the Water God Feng Bo. As long as you hold onto your Dao Heart, you will walk the Righteous Path."
"What if that doesn't work?"
Qin Liuxi's gaze was piercing. "If one day you truly become him, then I will slay the god."
The Marquis of Wind's eyes were deep as if touched, and he said, "Alright."
Qin Liuxi continued, "The loss of power of faith may be due to this Buddha Bone. As I've said before, this bone, he desires it more than we do, and his Divine Soul can sense its whereabouts more easily."
