It was such a surreal sight. The sage didn't act like a grand magus at all—he just casually invited them to enter the wooden house, took out some fishes, and gutted them before he started cooking.
From his expression, Thrax was impatient for answers while Klea was busy interrogating Chumo and asking about what he knew about the mysterious man.
Fuxi. Written in history as one of the great Sovereigns, he was one of the great individuals said to be the one who laid the foundation of China. The man was apparently not just an Emperor of a great kingdom, he was also responsible for the early creation of many; music, hunting, domestication, and also the system of writing Chinese characters.
Now, such a great figure was living in a wooden hut, cooking dinner for them. Of course, they would be speechless.
Sensing the palpable silence become more awkward, Julian decided to whisper.
