Chapter 160 — Spring Water Wrinkled by the Wind
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"Great Venerable, the Heavenly Khagan has come," the Witch Venerable said, leaning on his scepter, kneeling on one knee, head bowed low. The gaunt, unkempt old man in the shrine opened his eyes. His gaze was piercing sharp, his voice like an owl's: "Where is the reincarnated holy child I told you to find for me?
" Fine beads of golden sweat stood out on the Witch Venerable's golden brow, and his voice came hoarse: "They have not yet been found. .
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" The unkempt old man's voice went shrill: "Without the reincarnated holy child, are my seventeen incarnations all wasted?
I am but half a step from godhood — half a step! " The Witch Venerable bowed his head deep and dared not speak. The unkempt old man said harshly, "With me here, the Heavenly Blade dares not make trouble for you; but neither will I lightly spend my life to aid you.
Give him back his lower half, and find me the reincarnated holy child at once!
" The Witch Venerable's heart lurched with alarm; suddenly a light flashed and cut across his waist, too swift for him to block. The Witch Venerable was silent.
After a moment he spoke: "Junior Brother Gyatso, come in.
" A Witch King, hearing it, hurried into the Sacred Hall and bowed. "What does the Witch Venerable command?
" The Witch Venerable raised his scepter and ran it through the man's head, then cut off his lower half and joined it to his own body; his face was as still as an ancient well.
He bowed. "Master, your disciple takes his leave.
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