"I'll tell you a short story," Weisheng quietly murmured as he looked up at the muted gray sky, "A short story you conveniently forgot."
Fan Chen gulped. It was a common topic of discussion amongst the Heavenly Officials that the Heaven's Advocate wasn't to be meddled with. Fan Chen could understand why only after exchanging blows with him.
Suddenly, Weisheng reached for his mask, casually taking it off. Fan Chen's eyes widened as he laid his eyes on Weisheng's face, the pink eyes putting him in an instant daze, reminding him of things he had long forgotten.
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Fan Chen saw himself in the Arbiter's Hall where the Arbiter himself was bowing before him. Though confused, Fan Chen was slowly recalling the events.
"Master," The Arbiter, second only to the Jade Emperor, addressed Fan Chen with the utmost respect, "If you do not let us craft a decree, generations of devils will curse us!"
