Xiao Yue did not know how long she remained unconscious. After three nights of learning about the origin of the Xi'an tribe in a dreamscape, Xiao Yue got to sleep without having a single dream. It was very relaxing to her mind. When she woke up, she was lying on a soft bed with a quilt drawn to her chin and her scrape wounds had been attended to meticulously. Xi'an was waiting at her bedside silently and was there to greet her when she opened her eyes.
"You are awake."
Xiao Yue felt dizzy.
"Ancestor..." She whispered with a hoarse voice. "Where are we?"
Xi'an smiled at her.
"You should know where we are. We have not moved at all."
Xiao Yue thought a little and was instantly reminded of what happened in the Temple of Enlightenment. The fire. The older monk. The fight in the praying hall. Then the explosion. The temple had been thoroughly destroyed. Xiao Yue gritted her teeth.
"Ancestor, back then... That older monk... Who was he?"
