Dead?
An arrow flew across mountains and seas, straining forward beneath the azure sky.
Before it knew it, it had flown over a hundred thousand miles. At last, its strength gave out, and it fell from the sky.
The wind swept over the arrow, forming an invisible current that carried it toward some unknown place.
--This was another continent.
Beneath a cloudless blue sky, the wind rippled through the rice fields, which stretched as far as the eye could see.
The arrow picked up speed, plunging down like a shooting star.
--After crossing an immense distance, it shot straight toward an elderly farmer. Yet the farmer seemed entirely unaware of its existence, and of the imminent disaster about to befall him.
Plunging down.
Plunging down.
Just as it was about to hit the farmer, the arrow suddenly halted in midair.
"An assassination? No..."
A faint smile appeared on the elderly farmer's face. He reached up and plucked the arrow from above his head.
"Oh... This seems to be a technique for recording images. It's crude, but rather interesting..."
"Whose child made this? Not bad."
As the farmer praised it, he reached out with his calloused hand, felt around the jade slip for a moment, and gently tapped it.
The jade slip activated.
At once, an image appeared out of thin air before the farmer.
A narrow stone path sloped down from the surface of a lake.
An evil ghost stood ahead.
The image followed the evil ghost's footsteps all the way to the end of the path.
Two evil ghosts floated in midair, their bodies covered in talismans. They appeared in the image.
Their conversation followed:
"My lord, how does it feel?"
"I've received the inheritance: the fixed guiding fluctuations of 'Snow Blowing.' The soul frequency and location of Baron