Zhou Yi formed a spell, concealing his form as he stepped into the highest authority of the Human alliance. The sentries and detection wards at the gate and courtyard gave not the slightest alarm.
Upon entry, he was first greeted by a screen wall of blue stone, over two zhang tall, ancient in shape, its surface carved with a scene of ten thousand horses galloping.
"This poor Daoist has long wondered—if one lives long enough, would not the world be full of old acquaintances? Today, it is just about so!"
Zhou Yi gazed at the screen, muttering to himself as his eyes lingered on a scar several feet long upon it.
"Back in the day, when the Fengyang Commandery's estate was attacked, this poor Daoist shielded them in secret—this mark, left by some martial world master…"
The present grounds of the cabinet offices were precisely the old site of Fengyang Commandery's estate.
