At the foot of Guru Mountain, Scholar Manjia was talking to himself. He had always harbored aspirations for the future. Although he could deduce various possible futures, he was particularly invested in this one.
Elder Rostellum had already lost consciousness; having drunk too much cheap wine, he was in a drunken stupor. At that moment, lost in his dreams, he was gnawing on gold coins and smiling secretly to himself.
「On Guru Mountain, chaos reigned.」
Master Guzan and the others were hurrying toward Moonflow Stream, while on Dawn Peak, a large climbing team awaited the call of their mission.
Meanwhile, Moonflow Stream, an already mystical place, had become even more so.
Although they couldn't see the moon, and only a few stars were visible, the darkness didn't affect the young men's moods.
At this moment, these young men were both panicked and excited.
