The yellow-robed entity vanished behind the door.
The darkness that had hovered over the world with the iron gate at its center slowly receded. The pallid moonlight re-painted the visage of the night.
Zheng Qing felt that he could finally breathe again.
He began to suspect that the being in the yellow robe might have come from the starry sky, as his head began to throb faintly during the brief encounter with it.
The master had once told Zheng Qing that his headaches were due to the inadvertent germination of an 'Order Seed', which sprouted from absorbing a vast amount of mystical knowledge. With Zheng Qing's limited understanding of magic, he could only think of those beings from the depths of the starry sky, the Outer Gods, as the kind that could disseminate vast knowledge merely through contact.
But even if he guessed that the yellow-robed figure might not be a devil, Zheng Qing was decidedly unwilling to enter through that narrow door.
