In a filthy little tavern in Horse Hoof Town, a blind old man sat sobbing over a plate of broad beans, drowning them in cheap liquor.
The tavern owner, taking advantage of his blindness, served him spoiled beans and cloudy wine, but he didn't care in the slightest--it was all part of life.
He finally saw the events from thousands of years ago, his old adversaries--the generals, the Horse-Faced King of Brightness, the Three-legged Golden Crow... and friends.
This courtyard managed to erase the lingering aura of celestial beings from thousands of years past, from then on, it was no different from the countless other ordinary flower shops of Sui Mo City.
It was enough.
Unbeknownst to anyone, his form gradually began to fade, and by the time the tavern owner noticed, where was there anyone still sitting there?
"Lucky I was clever, didn't serve the good stuff, just knew he was another freeloader..."
