All along the way, Lu Yin's strongest impression had been how people and cards coexisted. The Lost Race cultivators carried cards with them at all times. They didn't treat cards as tools, but as family.
Back when the Lost Race held the Three Upper Festivals, anyone who wasn't one of them could obtain a card only if the card was willing.
Cards had no life, yet they could be drawn out. It was a very curious thing. Perhaps they had developed a certain spirituality from coexisting with people for so long, or perhaps they were drawn to certain kinds of auras.
If that was the case, did Dan Gebi also have an aura it wanted to draw near?
An aura could be a feeling, an ambition, a kind of power, or any other similar quality.
Perhaps his earlier, passionate desire to break free of the universe's cage and see the world beyond had resonated with Dan Gebi, but it still wasn't enough.
Dan Gebi had never had an owner, so it had no particular attachment to power or feelings.
Lu Yin calmly walked down the street and eventually reached its end, where the planet's wasteland began.
The streets stretched far into the distance, where the Lost Race gathered. The places that could not become streets were naturally wastelands, though this one had rather pleasant scenery.
"Senior, you can go back."
"Lord Lu, what are you—"
Lu Yin looked up at the sky. "I can draw out that Super-Ancient Card here, right?"
Dan Gu replied, "As long as you're within the Lost Race's territory, you can draw out that Super-Ancient Card. But how do you plan to draw it out, Lord Lu?"
Lu Yin sat down cross-legged. "I don't know. I'll think about it."
Watching Lu Yin's back, Dan Gu answered,