As his consciousness resurfaced, Zheng Xiu watched helplessly as the "Path" grew more distant and blurry.
In fact, Zheng Xiu had always found it very strange.
Two hundred years ago, extraordinarily powerful "Mystics" like Xie Luohe had also existed, as had "Miracle Masters" like Gongsun Mo who could perceive the Path. So why, over two hundred years ago, hadn't an unwritten rule of the powerful hiding in plain sight taken hold? And why hadn't a Court agency like Ye Weiyang, specializing in bizarre cases, appeared?
In the world of two hundred years ago—the very World in the Painting where Zheng Xiu now found himself, a world built from the mixed memories of Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe—Zheng Xiu understood. Miracle Techniques, the Path, Mystics, even the Common World and Darkness, had always existed; they were simply unknown to ordinary people.
Here, there was only the "Martial World," only "Knights," and no Miracle Techniques.
Strange.
