Fearfully, even the builders of An Nan Manor might not know that beneath the residence lay such a colossal underground palace.
On both sides of the walls were strange and mysterious murals, telling tales of an ethnic group reminiscent of lions.
They had once lived in the Cloud Realm, once dwelled in the mountains and wilderness, kept company with flood dragons and held fast to the mountains, once claimed the stars and the earth, once dreamt freely of the boundless universe's romance...
"....These are the stories of 'Your Excellency' from the past, of her and her kindred's splendid history, and their hopes for the future..."
...Until an unending darkness descended and the whole world fell into a grey abyss.
Observing everything before him, Zhao Yan seemed pensive, yet his heart remained undisturbed.
He had heard too many such stories, another civilization that ultimately couldn't withstand the contamination's erosion and marched toward ruin.
