Su Yubing stared at it.
"This is getting more dramatic than I expected."
Mo Yuxin nodded.
"Very dramatic."
"Do you have anything useful to say?"
"I think the handwriting is ugly."
Su Yubing laughed.
Even Luo Tianhe looked stunned.
"Ancestors..."
Mo Yuxin calmly looked at him.
"Please don't call us that."
"But..."
"Call us Senior Mo and Senior Su."
Luo Tianhe hesitated.
"Very well."
Su Yubing looked at the jade scroll again.
"What happened to the city?"
The old man's expression darkened.
"That is why you need to know why we called you."
He waved his hand.
The room changed.
A projection appeared above the table.
It showed Homeward City from above.
But the city looked different.
There were fewer districts.
The black tower was much smaller.
The central mountain was covered in white temples.
And beyond the city walls there was an enormous desert.
Luo Tianhe pointed to the city.
"Every thousand years, the city loses something."
"What?"
"Its memory."
