Chapter 4

Yao Wang didn't know how long he had been walking with the girl. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't know where the othe was leading him. Or if she was leading him at all. Will this be his demise? Will this be the place where he collapses? THe place he dies. The place where all of his life ends. It would be ironic, wouldn't it? He was just trying to help, but look where that left him. But many have died the same way.

"Yao Wang, do you have a religion you believe in?"

Yao Wang didn't really focus on most of the sentence. The only part he focused on was Yao Wang. How did everyone know his name? It was weird, shocking. Yao Wang couldn't understand. Yue, now Jing Mei He hasn't met this lady in his life, and his name wasn't known around the village, only his work. So why did this random lady know his name?

Too much seemed out of place for his liking.

Yao Wang lightly shook his head. He didn't have time. Many have tried to turn him into… well many different things. But none worked. It's not that he didn't believe. That wasn't it. Instead, Yao Wang simply wasn't there for most of the learning. He was too busy running, from nothing that is, but still. He was too busy being a nomad, walking, discovering. It was exciting, calming, something Yao Wang has done for all his life.

Having a religion meant Yao Wang had to stay in one place. And Yao Wang could, and would never do something like that. "No, ma'am. I do not." Yao Wang answered. Jing Mei smiled and nodded. "Of course, I shouldn't be shocked. You aren't the type to do that at all." She smiled. Yao Wang looked at her strangely, but she continued to look forward.

"Excuse me?" Yao Wang asked, obviously so confused. He was. How could this lady know what he is, after all Yao Wang barely knew about himself. How could this lady know so much about him? So much more than Yao Wang did. She didn't say anything for a while, before starting another question. "Yao Wang, do you know what a god is?"

Yao Wang knew what a god was. He believed everyone did. A god was a deity. A being. Yao Wang didn't know much about religion, but he knew enough. At least, for his life he knew enough. "Uh, yes." Yao Wang whispered. He wasn't weirded out by these questions. Instead, he was confused. Confused by what the question means. Confused by why the lady was asking him.

"Have you ever heard about the God of Flowers?" The lady asked next. Yao Wang thought for a moment, before shaking his head. He didn't, was he supposed to? He felt like he was. This was some sort of quiz, that he didn't study for, didn't do anything for i. Yao Wang was one hundred percent done for. "Um, no ma'am." She smiled.

"The God of Flowers. He was apathy of the Heavenly Deities, a group of individuals that ascended to become a god. He was an amazing human. He was a prince, and cared for his dynasty during the Han Dynasty Period. He was a very good man, not actually being the blood of Lui Che, instead being adopted. Always wanted to be the best, to show that he was worthy." THe lady smiled. "He was a sweet boy."

She said it like she knew it. She said it like he was real. Like the God of FLowers was real. Yao Wang slowly nodded, before Jing Mei continued. "He quickly ascended. In Heaven, most new gods instantly become the lowest god, a Noble. However, because of how godly he was, because of how pure he was, he was instantly chosen to be a Melee God. After that, it was easy. He was an apprentice to the King of Gods. Ever heard of a story like that? Does it sound familiar?" Finally, Jing Mei turned to him, a soft smile on her face. I felt like she was staring right through him.

Yao Wang shook his head. "Uh, no ma'am. I haven't heard any stories similar to that." He mumbled. THe girl nodded, turning away from him once again. She softly laughed. "Whenever I think of his name, I always laugh. It was funny to me, I can't exactly understand why though." Jin Mei laughs, covering her mouth politely.

Yao Wang tilted his head to the side, looking confused. His name? Why his name? This entire story was too weird for him. He couldn't understand what she was doing to tell this story about a god that was fictitious. Why was Yao Wang even listening to her? He wasn't believing her, instead he was simply listening. That was what he was telling himself at least. "What was his name?" Yao Wang asked curiously

"Hsien…" Yao Wang didn't need help finishing the name.

"....Lian."