Pandaria Continent, the Great Wall, Serpent's Spine.
Boss Hu and Emperor Shaohao walked side by side atop this ancient wall that stretched beyond sight.
"Far to the east, upon vast frontiers, the ancient wall runs on. How much hardship belonged to those before us, and how much splendor awaits those after? Across ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, boundless through Myriad Ages."
Hu Feng strolled past a weathered, damaged stretch of wall beside him, then stopped and reached out to touch a protruding section of the battlement, worn smooth and old by countless years.
As he looked at this ancient dragon, begun by the royal family of the ancient Mogu Empire and built stone by stone with the tears, blood, and lives of countless Pandaren slaves, Hu Feng felt memories of his previous life—long buried deep in his heart and already somewhat blurred—surge forth once more.
Always remember where you came from. Always remember that, at heart, you are human. Never forget your roots.
But now, as he looked over Pandaria's endless lands, Hu Feng suddenly realized that he had traveled far too far from home.
An aging nation, so many vanished truths; a vast page of history, so many desires turned tragic.
"Arrogant."
Gazing at the dark land outside the Great Wall, like some distant frontier beyond the passes, Hu Feng sighed. He was referring to the ancient Mogu Empire.
"I learned long ago from Master Liu Lang's notes that the Divine Lord enjoys our language and can even converse in it fluently, speaking words that give people much to ponder. It seems Master Liu Lang was right."
Emperor Shaohao also leaned against the wall, looking out at the dark Terrace of Endless Spring beyond the pass.
Hu Feng smiled at that. "I was merely moved by the