C857 Central World
Late at night, deep within the Fireheart Mountains in the southern reaches of the Land of Quiescence, a handsome middle-aged man reclined in a grand hall atop a dormant volcano. He was engrossed in a book that sparkled with the light of stars.
"Master..." Chu Yao approached silently, bowing with utmost respect.
"Mm," Zhong Chichen acknowledged
