"Zheng Qing... who exactly is he?"
Rat Immortal tugged at his short whiskers, eyeing the newspaper spread on the coffee table and studying the picture of the nervous young wizard, Hehe, and asked softly, "Or rather, why him?"
"Who is he?"
The Wandering Wizard repeated Rat Immortal's question, then chuckled softly—a laugh that grew louder and louder, shaking the entire room. The fireflies hanging on the vines dropped like rain-ravaged leaves.
Rat Immortal frowned slightly, straightening up a bit and resting his large belly, silently watching the elder wizard opposite him.
"He is both a nightmare and a hope; a demon as well as an angel; the embodiment of Satan, sowing seeds of fear among mortals; he is Yahweh's child, a dawn praying for peace for all beings."
At this point, the Wandering Wizard paused, looked at Rat Immortal, and added softly, "Moreover, he is a path."
