"The old man didn't tell me. The name of the deity is a taboo, even if it is already dead."
"Prada..." Lu Li whispered a term that might have referred to a product, a small town, or perhaps a name...
As the whisper spread, Lu Li felt a faint resonance and connection with the Inverted City above his head, a sensation that was trivial and only produced an illusion-like flicker when associated with it.
"Do you know the name of the Ancient God?" Anna asked, her warm palm slipping into Lu Li's and quietly intertwining their fingers.
"I'm not sure, maybe it's related," Lu Li pondered. "It was written at the end of the test paper."
"I don't know the contents; the test paper was like shrouded in mist, hard to make out clearly." Anna caressed Lu Li's palm like a little girl playing with dolls, sharing her experiences with him.
