Zhu Yu never believed in gods. After witnessing the Zhang clan of Roaring Sands deceive the people with Dragon…
Zhu Yu never believed in gods.
After witnessing the Zhang clan of Roaring Sands deceive the people with Dragon's Rite Scroll offerings and rain rituals—claiming to be the River Master—her disdain for deities reached its peak. To her, all so-called gods were just trickery.
But people believed.
As she watched the villagers kneel and weep before a Nuo Dance Mask, Zhu Yu silently snuffed out her foldable fire.
"Sometimes, people need something to believe in." Only then did she notice the Zhang clan's eldest son behind her—or rather... the 67th 'River Master.'
"Belief is the best medicine in this world. Do you believe, swordswoman?" he asked.
"I do. But my belief isn't in heaven, earth, or gods. I believe in myself."
"What a fine answer," he said, tossing a Dragon's Rite Scroll that landed in her palm.
"If one day, you become the River Master, I hope you'll remember this moment."
"No gods, no Buddha—only myself."