In the minor world in the shrine hall in Li City was a wooden building. It had a utilitarian interior. There was a desk, a chair, and a wooden cot. In addition, there was some calligraphy hanging on the wall.

“Like a pious guest, he searched for a temple that might not exist.”

***

Fire still burned outside. The scroll painting in the pill cauldron was being assimilated by the sea of flames, causing it to glitter with mysterious light. It sounded like there was a voice coming from inside the scroll. It was very faint.

“What… did I forget? Was it worth it? That same saying again? Maybe I should have someone to help me send a message out of here.”