In the stone chamber, the Saintess, Chen Hao, and Xiang Wencun stared at one another in silence.
After a long while, Chen Hao suddenly asked, "Saintess, do you know who carved these murals?"
The Saintess glanced around at the murals in the stone chamber and said slowly, "These murals have existed since Nine Blades was founded. As for who created them, our tribal history has no record of that."
"Then do you believe what these murals depict?" Chen Hao asked again.
The Saintess nodded noncommittally. "Of course. Hundreds of murals here have already been proven accurate."
She pointed at the three she had shown Chen Hao and Xiang Wencun earlier. "Only these three have yet to come to pass. So if you ask whether I believe them, as the Saintess of Nine Blades, naturally, I have no doubt."
Then the Saintess turned her gaze to Xiang Wencun again. "Xiang Wencun, you are the twenty-third Saintess of Nine Blades."
"What!" Xiang Wencun's eyes widened. She could hardly believe the Saintess's words.
But thinking back carefully, ever since she had entered the Wolong Mountains, Xiang Wencun had vaguely sensed a mysterious force constantly calling to her, drawing her here step by step.
The Saintess then looked at Chen Hao. "And you, Chen Hao, are the mysterious man our new Saintess has guided here to help us restore our tribal pattern."
With the Saintess's explanation, the events depicted in the three murals finally fell into place.
After a long silence, Chen Hao suddenly said to the Saintess, "That's right. I am about to gain some ability to control fire, but I can't be sure whether I can restore your tribal pattern."
The Saintess smiled faintly. "Don't worry. As long as you agree to help, you will succeed!"
Standing alone in the vast stone