They say I’m a Lan Ke man, but why do I keep getting lost?
I looked at the two immortals still playing chess and couldn’t help asking them how to get out.
But one of the immortals merely glanced at me and didn’t bother to answer.
So I had to find my own way, but as I walked, I started to feel like something wasn’t quite right.
My burly body seemed to be getting smaller...
Immortal One: Hey, has that kid crossed the Bridge of Helplessness already? Aren’t you going to do something?
Immortal Two: He’s just a mortal. How could he matter more than our game? At worst, I’ll grant him a wish. Let me see... I can’t figure it out. He’s actually a person without a fate.
