Liu Zheng's hand had barely touched the iron gate's handle when a strange fluctuation wrapped around him.
That fluctuating sensation was as gentle as a lake and as vast as the starry sky, immersing him in its depths yet making him shudder.
"Don't indulge in that feeling too much, young man. Your inner eye is not yet ready to delve into them,"
the elderly voice woke Liu Zheng.
He opened his eyes, and before him was a massive platform.
Above the platform hung the equally gargantuan Pale Moon, so immense it seemed he could reach out and touch it.
At the edge of the Observatory, an elder in robes lay in a rocking chair, his back to Liu Zheng.
The elder's figure appeared exceedingly bloated, but it did not give off an impression of sluggishness or stupidity.
On the contrary, just by listening to his voice, one could sense the wisdom that had accumulated over an untold number of years.
"Who are you?"
Liu Zheng asked.
