The rain on Sacred Mountain had stopped, and the sky had cleared.
Lu Bu'er sensed the man's heartbeat, slowly growing silent, and when he looked up, the sky seemed grey and murky, leaving his heart feeling empty and indescribably stifled.
After a long while, he whispered, "Medanzo."
The Bronze Mirror in his pocket trembled slightly, and he heard that mysterious and intangible voice once more, "I know what you want to ask. The legendary Art of Immortality is hidden atop the mountain. I never expected that, after the Golden Era, the human world could produce such a strong being again. Your friend here has actually become almost as strong as we were back then."
Lu Bu'er said nothing and just silently hoisted the charred man onto his back, making his way up the muddy Bronze Staircase step by step. This place, once the most perilous on earth, had been scorched by the most fiery flames of this era, leaving behind only desolate wreckage.
