The man in the black robe and conical hat arrived at an island, turning his head to look at the sky, as if speaking to the air:

"Master, Huotu is not being honest."

"He claims that his remaining life is dedicated to revenge, but as I followed him, I noticed he was taking detours, passing by temples dedicated to other gods, and lighting the altars."

A featureless face condensed in the void, its mouth opening and closing, the voice resonating only in the mind of the man in the black robe and conical hat: