At Confluence Gazebo, they recount history; at the Disputation Platform, they debate the ages. With storms bre…
At Confluence Gazebo, they recount history; at the Disputation Platform, they debate the ages. With storms brewing of late, the debate between Expansion and Seclusion has become the center of daily discourse.
Accustomed to such scenes, you are passing the place when you spot a familiar figure surrounded by a clamoring crowd. To the left, voices clamor to seal the gate; to the right, they shout to open it. Caught in the middle, Feng is in a total bind.
Knowing his distaste for disputes, you step forward to bail him out:
[Seclusion!] If we care for all living souls, are we not souls ourselves? If we cannot protect our own kin, how can we protect the world?
The crowd falls into a stunned silence. Seizing the moment while they reflect, you pull Feng through the throng in one swift motion. Once your breath is caught, you look him up and down. Something about Feng seems different, though you can't quite put your finger on it. Just then, a gust of wind sweeps by. Feng instinctively feels his head...
The good news: despite his devotion to research, Feng's hair remains thick and lush!
The bad news: his hat was left behind in Confluence Gazebo...