The night was pitch black, with layers of clouds obstructing the sky, and only slivers of clear moonlight chiseled through the clouds, casting its hue upon Qi Yuan's crimson robe.
Silence reverberated in his ears once more.
On his journey, Qi Yuan held a game Jade Slip and looked at the icons inside.
"I'm too busy playing the actor," he said.
"Why don't you make an effort to sprout a mouth? Otherwise, I have no idea what you're saying!"
The game Jade Slip remained silent.
Yet the silence was heard by Qi Yuan, sparking myriad guesses in his heart.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Could it be that you're too ethereal, too abstract to speak?"
"Or perhaps, you are Chaos, formless and orifice-less?"
"Too bad, I'm not Nvwa, unable to mold you into a clay figure, to pinch out features for you," he lamented.
Qi Yuan spoke haphazardly.
"My name is Qi Yuan, and I'm going to play your game in a short while. Then I'll see if you're truly deficient!"
