Years trickled by, then piled up into a small mountain of time. Days bled into weeks, weeks into months, and before anyone really noticed, years had slipped through their fingers like grains of sand. Seven years. Seven years since Wang Jian had casually strolled into the Western Cosmos and turned the lives of the Heavenly Talents upside down, inside out, and shaken them for good measure.
During those seven years, the Heavenly Talents hadn't been idle. Raizel's cryptic animal skin had become an obsession, a burning question mark hanging over their heads. They searched, they inquired, they turned their cosmoses inside out, all while trying to maintain a semblance of control as Wang Jian's shadow stretched across their domains.
