Pandaria Continent, the Great Wall, Coiled Dragon Ridge.
Hu Feng and Shaohao walked side by side atop the ancient wall, whose end could not be seen at a glance.
"Faraway eastern lands, vast frontier borders, this old wall stretching on and on... the hardships of those before us, the splendor of those after us, mountains and rivers spanning ten thousand miles, bound tightly together..."
Hu Feng strolled across a stretch of the wall and touched a weathered, broken yet smooth section before him.
As he looked at this ancient dragon, begun by the Mogu Dynasty and built stone by stone with the blood and lives of countless Pandaren slaves, Hu Feng's memories of his past life, long buried in his heart and already somewhat blurred, surged back to him.
"An aging nation, how many vanished truths... a vast page of history, how many desires turned tragic and grand..."
"Arrogance..." Hu Feng gazed out at the dark land beyond the Great Wall, like some distant frontier.
"I had long learned from Master Liu Lang's notes that the Divine Venerable enjoyed our language and could converse fluently in it, even speaking thought-provoking phrases from time to time... It seems Master Liu Lang was right."
Shaohao likewise leaned against the wall and looked down at the Scourge Lands below.
Hu Feng smiled. "I was merely moved by the sight of the Great Wall. I have very different feelings about this place."
Sylvanas, following behind Hu Feng, curled her lip and leaned against the wall, examining the architecture and customs around her, so utterly unlike those of the World of Azeroth.
Queen Sylvanas had grown weary of sitting atop the Frozen Throne lately, so she had returned to the Eternal Night Palace and asked Sargeras to bring her to Pandaria Continent for a look