Kou Ying's expression darkened. A Directional Teleportation Array was not technology that mere followers of a Priest could possess.
"Withered Glory Theatre..."
A Level Six Zone, the territory of the King of Withering and Flourishing. The Calamity it represented had yet to appear and was presumed to be in an unexplored part of the forbidden zone.
The Withered Glory Theatre had a peculiar attitude toward things, treating people from the Present World and Calamities alike.
They pursued only art-or rather, the protagonists they took a fancy to. They called this the stage selection art and devoted themselves single-mindedly to putting their philosophy into practice.
They sent invitations to certain people to perform the scripts they wrote at the theatre. They also invited scriptwriters to collaborate with them and offered those people a measure of protection.
They were Mad Playwrights in every sense of the title.
Wei Changming was puzzled. "Cloud Haze and the Withered Glory Theatre have nothing whatsoever to do with each other. What did the manager mean just now?"
Kou Ying's slightly narrowed eyes were unreadable. "No, there is a connection. There are two absolute requirements for becoming a Man-Made Calamity: sufficiently widespread recognition and an indelible core philosophy.
"Even if Cloud Haze caused trouble all over the world, it still couldn't gain the recognition necessary to become a Man-Made Calamity, much less leave an indelible impression in people's hearts.
"But if the Withered Glory Theatre intervened, that would be another matter."
The Horizon Team listened in bewilderment, all harboring the same question. Kou Ying seemed to know more than their teacher did.
After all... Mr. Liu Shuai looked utterly shocked, his jaw practically hitting the floor.
Liu Shuai closed his mouth and glared at the Horizon Team.
"What are you staring at? Information about becoming a Man-Made