The simple yet elegant little courtyard vanished, replaced by a hazy space.
White mist and black vapor filled it.
The white mist and black vapor kept billowing forth, weaving together.
At the sight of such a wondrous scene, Qin An gripped the scabbard at his waist, the veins standing out across his knuckles.
He said nothing. He knew the Chancellor had caused this, but he sensed no danger, so he chose to watch and wait.
The Chancellor stood beside Qin An with his hands clasped behind his back. His robes snapped in the wind, and the long beard beneath his chin swayed with it.
"This world is either black or white."
The Chancellor spoke in a leisurely voice.
His gaze shifted toward the mist and darkness ahead. Stroking his long beard, he began to explain.
"Black represents Demons, False Gods, and the many Betrayers, including that profoundly mysterious Heavenly Demon."
"White represents the people struggling desperately amid that darkness. We should be white, and we must be white, raising a wall that separates black from white."
Qin An listened in silence. His hand remained steady on his scabbard, his expression as calm as a lake.
He knew the Chancellor had more to say, so he did not interrupt.
After a brief pause, the Chancellor stepped forward. His Long Boots pressed into the ground, leaving faint creases in its surface.
The instant he took that step, the intermingled black and white ahead separated as cleanly as the Jing and Wei rivers.
"I spent my life following His Majesty through campaigns north and south. Only after the Great Qian Kingdom was founded did the people finally find some peace."
"Though they still suffer attacks from Demons and False Gods, their lives are countless times better than they were in the chaos of