"People recognize only the shallow paths of the Tao. The Circle of Reason is the true origin of matter. Anything that defies this origin will be annihilated. Homu." Du Cheng had grown accustomed to ending his sentences with "Homu." He even began to feel that the awkward "Homu" was a grand testament to his belonging to the illustrious collective known as the Circle of Reason.
As he spoke these words, he only felt a refreshing clarity in his mind, his consciousness utterly lucid. He believed that his thinking must now be even closer to the Circle of Reason.
Unseen by him, the Ghost Soldier "White Snake" withdrew its arm from his brain.
Wang Qi produced a green coin and inserted it into Du Cheng's body: "The Circle is with you, Homu."
"Homu." The youth bowed his head and bent at the waist in a gesture of respect.
