Zhu Gaoyang was running hazily and tumultuously.
He did not know where he was, yet there seemed to be a line leading him forward.
He clung desperately to the spark of understanding deep within him, it wasn't his name, nor was it that of his mentor or Dragon Lord Dongting; it was merely the idea of "I".
He knew his purpose, he was to find something for the god... no, to hell with the god... he was to find... find what?
Did he truly have something to seek? Was the item he was to find something he wanted, or was it instructed by the god...no, to hell with the god!
Zhu Gaoyang was like one thinking at the edge between wake and sleep, he tried strenuously to remember, but his thoughts were stagnant and after a short while, he would forget what he was trying to remember, even forgetting that he was thinking.
