'This voice... Wan Qi?!'
Westheid immediately recognized the voice ringing in his ears. In his memory, that calm yet incredibly heavy and ethereal sound could only belong to one person.
'Can the Master of Extinction still communicate with me? Or is this... the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven?'
A hundred thoughts flashed through Westheid's mind in an instant. But the dimension he was in didn't pause for his contemplation; the twisting, shifting scenery engulfed him in a moment.
[Second wish: To transform song into stars, and with my love, indulge in joy and happiness...]
Jumbled energies and emotions crashed over him like a tidal wave. His consciousness warped under the turbulent surge, dissipating until it was barely coherent.
When Westheid came to his senses again, the first thing he saw was flashing neon lights. The next thing he heard was a clamorous din. He found himself in a city at night, glittering with neon.
