Above the Black Mist.
The gathering of Practitioners was held as usual.
But as always,
around the enormous round table, there was nothing but empty space, with only a few chairs leaning on each other.
In the long years before Chen Sheng's appearance.
This tradition of gathering
had almost been forgotten by the Practitioners.
Most of the time,
they would log in only if there was something to discuss, and log out immediately after completing their business.
Never willing to waste a single moment.
Hmm....
Except for a certain idler.
"Mysterious—"
A joyful figure appeared abruptly.
It lay on the table, arms reaching out towards another chair as if shouting.
It looked not as if it had just appeared, but as though it had been there from the beginning.
As the voice faded.
In the direction where the joyful arm was pointing, the Black Mist surged suddenly.
And then it barely managed to condense into a human form on one of the chairs.
The gender was unclear.
