Nothing from Baiyi's pool of encyclopedic knowledge could provide an explanation for what had just happened. Baiyi racked his brain, but he did not come up with anything. He could only stand stiffly in the middle of the busy street, like a fish out of water. After some time had passed, Baiyi's arms began to feel the weight of the unconscious Mia, so he tightened his arms even more.
Baiyi looked around again, trying to make sense of his strange surroundings. His gaze shifted from the archaic stone buildings to the passers-by wearing long robes, and then back to the banners. He reread the text that had been written in the overly-complicated Formation Script, and the thought that he had somehow traveled six thousand years into the past, to the Ancient Rohserlian Empire, surfaced in his mind. [1]
