What lay on the far shore of Red Lake?
No one knew the answer to that question... except Meng Xizhou.
The mist over Red Lake did not exist for her, so theoretically, as long as she walked far enough, she would be able to see its far shore.
In truth, there was nothing on the far shore of Red Lake.
There was only a crude wooden cabin.
No one would ever imagine that the legendary God's Throne of Light lived in such an utterly primitive building.
Meng Xizhou stopped.
She could not continue forward. Having reached this place, she was now as close to God as one could get.
Countless ancient script formations lay submerged beneath the waters of Red Lake.
She had a feeling that if she took another step forward... the formations in the lake would explode.
What would happen if she touched the restrictions personally laid down by God's Throne?
She did not know, nor did she wish to find out.
"God's Throne."
Meng Xizhou took a light breath. Her voice was not loud, because she knew that God's Throne could hear every sound within the entire Divine Domain.
"I'm here."
After speaking, she waited quietly.
The starry night resembled an oil painting. Scattered radiance fell upon the lake, and a breeze suddenly swept by, rippling the light across the surface--
The wooden cabin opened.
A figure slowly pushed open the door. It was an old man in a spotless white ceremonial robe, his white hair tied neatly behind him. His face was pale, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken.
He raised his head and looked at the world outside.
Then he lowered his gaze toward Meng Xizhou, standing over the distant lake.
Today's City of Light was much like Nagano back then.
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