Lan Hanyu and Long Bing listened intently, their expressions growing more serious with every word. The revelation that Lan Bingxue had no knowledge of her origins or the God of Time was unexpected. It seemed there was a deeper mystery at play, a hidden hand manipulating events from the shadows.
"The Lord of Chaos?" Lan Hanyu echoed, her voice laced with suspicion. "What else did he say? Did he reveal his identity or his purpose?"
Lan Bingxue shook her head, her expression troubled. "No. He only instructed us to establish our kingdoms and maintain order in this chaotic realm. He never revealed his identity, nor did he explain his motives."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the faces of her guests. "In fact," she continued, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper, "none of us have ever met the Lord of Chaos. We have never even seen his true form. We only communicate with him through a mysterious voice that echoes in our minds.""
