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During my years on Spirit Mountain, the person I spoke with most after my master was Senior Brother He Lou.
I heard plenty of stories from Third Senior Brother as well, but he was so talkative and fond of muttering to himself that calling those exchanges conversations would be a stretch.
That was why the thought suddenly struck me as strange: despite all the time I had spent speaking with Senior Brother He Lou, I realized I knew almost nothing about him. Unlike with my other seniors, I had never even learned what kind of world he came from.
There was, however, one question he often asked me.
"What was your name?"
"I see. So your surname isn't Lu and your given name isn't An."
The way he reacted whenever he heard my name was unusual. Because of that, I had never once considered that Senior Brother He Lou and I had possibly come from the same world. If that was the truth, had he been lying to me all along? And for what reason?
—Let's have a quick lesson. Do you like history?
"Not really," I answered without hesitation.
I had never been good at studying. I took a history class at the academy, but not out of genuine interest.
—I see. Then let me start with a simple question. Do you know which point in time humanity today recognizes as the start of ancient history?
"Let's see... Wouldn't it be the Warring States period before the Nameless King? That was when dozens of nations and hundreds of factions still existed across the continent."
It was an age of endless war. The description may sound like a cliché, but the phrase a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood fit that time perfectly.
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