Lu Yuan's eyes were closed, his eyeballs rolling slightly beneath his eyelids. A mist-like Spiritual Power quietly diffused around him. As images flickered through his mind, it steadily grew thicker and deeper...
In a spacious building resembling a cathedral, "Lu Yuan" knelt on one knee before a figure robed in white.
"Felul, your piety and valor are known to all. The Holy Light Association will forever watch over Maple Dew City!"
A resonant, gentle voice sounded from above.
"Lu Yuan" lifted his gaze, attempting to see the speaker before him, and the solemn, imposing statue behind them.
But all "he" could perceive was a hazy, indistinct scene...
"Raise your arm higher! Lucio, is that feeble swordplay of yours meant for swatting insects?"
"Lu Yuan" stood, hands clasped behind his back, in a garden alive with birdsong and fragrant blossoms.
He was loudly berating a young figure before him, who was practicing swings with a greatsword...
