Fellow Daoist? Me?
Angel's gaze lingered on the face of the old man, whose clothing somewhat resembled that of the Underworld Daoist she had seen before. Seeing his sincere expression, she was about to speak when he switched languages again. This time, he used Ancient Feysac, which she knew, his pronunciation precise and free of any accent:
"Friend from afar, the dragon of sin suppressed here is connected to you. Please stop and speak with me."
No, I actually understand Chinese... Angel's lips parted slightly, her expression shifting as she suddenly realized that the old man before her actually knew a language from outside the Western Continent.
But before she could respond, a thought echoed through her mind. It made no sound, yet Angel immediately understood it:
"Greetings, guest from afar."
A third means of communication... I can feel his urgency. Looks like he's afraid I'll just run off... Angel muttered inwardly, then offered a faint smile. Carefully restraining the power of her Charm, she responded in awkward Chinese:
"Hello."
When she finally replied, the old man's expression visibly relaxed. He lightly flicked the Dust Whisk in his hand and continued in fluent Ancient Feysac:
"You cannot maintain your current state for long, so I will be brief. Is your arrival connected to the Blood Emperor who disturbed the underworld fifteen hundred years ago?"
Fifteen hundred years... 1,351 years have already passed in the Fifth Epoch. Add the Pale Era of the Fourth Epoch and the end of the Four Emperors War, and that roughly places it at Alista Tudor's fall, when his residual soul entered the River of Eternal Darkness and began causing trouble. And he explicitly mentioned the Blood Emperor... Angel quickly analyzed his words, then nodded a moment later:
"I found an object he left behind for