The bonfire flickered.
Xie Xuanyi sat cross-legged atop the Mountain Peak of Wangyou Island. This had "once" been the place where he and Lord Duan drank without ever getting drunk. Now, having returned a thousand years into the past, time seemed not to have left many marks upon this cliff. The rocks were as before, the forest lush and verdant; a light breeze blew past, lifting his robes and long hair… only, in the eyes of those Servant Children, all of this was nothing but "Chaos."
In their view, the man now sitting before the bonfire, and that wavering flame itself, were in essence not much different.
Unseeable, invisible.
"So… there is more than one Dao One?"
Master Xuanwei placed both hands upon her knees and leaned forward in disbelief.
She scrutinized the young man before her.
The Heavenly Human Divine Thought she had sent out was all bounced back by the Chaos.
"I have already sent word to inquire. Last night, in the Northern World, a great war has just broken out."
