No one was watching him.
Fan Xian knew it was his own misperception. It was like last time at the Xi Mountain precipice outside Shangjing in Northern Qi. He had felt there was a pair of eyes watching him from the mountain woods behind him. It was probably the reaction of someone faced with a difficult situation and after they experienced a shakeup of their emotions. For an idealist like Fan Xian, this was a natural reaction.
A year ago, when he had sat on the white-sailed ship to visit family in Danzhou, he had once passed the great Dong Mountain that appeared to have been split open by a god's sword. At that time, he had looked at the smooth precipice and thought mockingly to himself, Surely, I won't have to climb this mountain one day, right?
He had never thought that all of this would become reality.
Mathematically, in the great dome above, were the heavens really just watching him the entire time?
