"A delicate balance, indeed," Ye Cangtian mused. "But the key lies within their temples. Within the siphons. Disrupt the flow. Reveal the source. Let them feel the absence of their 'blessing', and then show them the truth of its extraction."
Xiaochen nodded, his plan beginning to form. He would not rampage, not yet. He would reveal. He would make them question. He would plant the seeds of doubt, then water them with the stark, undeniable truth.
He chose a smaller temple, away from the main thoroughfare, nestled amongst residential areas. It was less grand, but still active, still humming with the parasitic siphon beneath. He moved under the cloak of deepest night, his Pedang Gelap technique making him a shadow within shadows. The air was cool, damp, and tasted of the lingering Qi Surgawi
