The central section of Dragon Gate Town.
A small bridge arched over a flowing stream, flanked by lush green grass.
Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the world was steeped in a dreamlike halo.
Wu Dao glanced at the blood-red sun, about to dip completely below the horizon. He let out a soft, turbid breath and stepped onto the covered bridge.
Only one fortuitous opportunity remained.
He had walked through most of Dragon Gate Town with Yaya and still hadn't found it, only garnering a fair share of surprised looks and cold, murderous intent.
As for that hostility, Wu Dao paid it no mind.
What he cared about was where that other fortuitous opportunity could be.
Yaya's appearance had been a good omen for the future.
The remaining piece of Creation would surely have a significant effect.
"Yahoo! Big Sister, we meet again!"
As Wu Dao was looking down, pondering where to go next, Yaya suddenly shouted enthusiastically from his shoulder.
'Big Sister...'
