"The Hill of the Sacred Tree," Aryan muttered, repeating Chandra Buana's words half inaudibly. "Hmm, is that place very strictly guarded, Guru?"
Chandra Buana smiled. "Not as strict as you think. There are only Kweiyas there."
"Kweiya?" Aryan repeated, and he thought he had heard that name mentioned by the elder of the Door Cliff Village. "I'm sorry, Guru," he said. "Ermm, the elder in the Door Cliff Village once told me to convey her greetings to Mace Kweiya. Could be this–"
Aryan was silent because he saw Chandra Buana's facial expressions and laughter were slightly different than before.
"I understand now," said Chandra Buana in between laughs. "I understand."
"Sorry, Guru, I…"
"You're a descendant of a god, aren't you?"
Arya frowned. How could the old man predict that? After all, he hadn't said who he was all along, not even by Pace Luwarr before, and he hadn't shown the pendulum of his necklace at all.
"How do you know, Guru?"
