In the tavern of the Village of the Dead.
Outside the noisy crowd, Kane looked at Kreya in front of him, and the conspicuous gap on his calf.
He teased, "Don't be fooled by how big the gap on my calf is. You should know that the light orb crashed right at my feet."
"Shouldn't you be with the coffin old man? What are you doing here?"
Kane looked at him and said plainly, "Jian An is already dead. He was tainted by too much golden light."
"So the old man is called Jian An? I was the one who rescued him from the coffin, and he never told me his name."
"What a pity." Kreya shook his head, saying dejectedly, "I'll never hear the sound of that old man dragging coffins all day long again, nor hear him occasionally boast about his son's glorious deeds."
"By the way." Kreya suddenly thought of something and stared at Kane, asking, "I just saw the one who cast the light orb was the Steel Wings unit of the Red Monarch. Did the old man know?"
Kane nodded.
