One Wraith, One Day, One Continent Destroyed

New Continent.

Chen Fan stood on the coast with both hands resting on his Jadeite Staff, gravel digging into his soles as he gazed silently into the distance.

Waves rose and fell across the sea.

A damp, salty breeze brushed his face.

Crippled Monkey stood behind Chen Fan, staring at the corner of his young master's robe as it lifted in the wind. He had followed him for so long that he thought he knew him fairly well. But as the Mortal Domain grew ever larger, he often had no idea what his young master was thinking.

Like now.

He had no idea what was on his young master's mind.

"Young master."

He called out softly.

He wanted to say something, but he did not know what. All he could do was call to his young master, as though to say that whatever the Mortal Domain faced in the future, he would be there.

He, Crippled Monkey, would always be there.

Just as he had been when they were young.

Chen Fan heard him but did not turn. He remained where he was, quietly gazing into the distance. Only after an unknown length of time did he turn and walk along the beach. "How is cultural development on Eternal Night Continent?"

"Not bad."

Relieved that his young master had spoken, Crippled Monkey hurried after him and reported on recent developments. "The best performer is still that man called True Person Qi. He's written several stories that have spread quite widely. There are also some newcomers who've risen recently, such as—"

"What about music?"

"Uh..."

"Has no musical culture emerged?"

"It seems not, for now."

"Give it a push."

Chen Fan looked straight ahead. Waves rolled ashore and soaked the cuffs of his trousers, but he did not turn back.

"Music