"Do we have a guest?"
A gentle voice echoed within the Daoist Palace. The Daoist spoke with a smile:
"You two, go open the door and welcome our guest."
Lu Xuan 'heard' Xiaohuo'Er and Little Xi He slowly open the great gates of the Daoist Palace.
"Ah!"
Xiaohuo'Er cried out in alarm, their eyes wide:
"Third Grandmaster, your eyes..."
Lu Xuan, in the guise of the Lame Daoist, glanced to the side. His eye sockets were empty, containing nothing but stillness and darkness.
He managed a difficult smile.
"You're still alive... That's good. That's good."
As he spoke, a look of desolation came over Lu Xuan. Using the Qing Ping Sword as a walking stick, he struggled into Guangcheng Palace, making his way to the very depths of the Daoist Palace.
He sat cross-legged before Qing Xuan Daoist, his empty sockets aimed at Qing Xuan as he spoke softly:
"Daoist Qing Xuan, my path has come to an end. I... am out of options."
The Daoist, shrouded in the mists of Chaos, spoke softly:
