After the rosy light around him faded, Chen Chuan found himself seemingly back in the ceremonial hall from before.
A massive figure sat ahead of him. Elder She was seated there, with that bulb-shaped lamp still before him.
But this time, he was not the only one present.
Chen Chuan looked to either side and saw two more figures shrouded in light. Like Elder She, both were enormous, standing nearly twenty-eight meters tall.
The man on the left sat cross-legged, draped in old-fashioned robes with his hair tied in a topknot. His features were resolute, his lips pressed into a hard line, and his eyes brimmed with the weariness of time. Behind him stretched a white glow like a river of stars, flickering and drifting around him from time to time.
The man on the right had thick brows and sharp eyes, a strongly defined face, a hard jawline, and broad shoulders and back. He sat casually with one hand propping up his cheek, crimson light like flames rippling around him.
Vaguely, black ash-like things could be seen drifting out of the darkness behind the three men. Yet the moment they entered the light surrounding them, they were instantly ground away, causing the light to flash violently. Even so, every such contact seemed to carry the force of a fierce collision.
Elder She said, "The one on your left is called Yu Chenggang, and the one on your right is called Meng Zhenyang. Both are comrades of our Purity Faction, as well as members of Tianshu.
"As for the others, they are all busy. Only the three of us came to meet you. Comrade Chen, I know you may have some questions. Ask whatever you wish, and we will answer what we can."
After a brief moment of thought, Chen