Soran did not answer the question.
He looked up at the sky. His eyes seemed to have pierced it and saw some fragments of the future. The stars under the night sky have been very dim. As time went by into late April, some stars became very inconspicuous. The moon looked a bit gray as if it was covered with a layer of haze. There were still eight months to the end of this year, which should be the safest eight months for Soran. When next spring comes, perhaps he would not be as relaxed and calm.
The Oriental Dancer looked up at the sky, and she seemed to be in a trance. She then murmured: "Have you heard of the Legend of the East?"
"What legend?" Soran played with the fire and said in a deep voice.
