"… You can communicate with the creator of this world?" Amon asked.
"Not communicate. It's more like I received his message," Xuan Ming answered. "I have no say in the matter. When the message comes, it comes. I can neither ask nor refuse it. I can't even forget about it if I try. It just lingers inside my mind until I deliver it to the ones it is intended for."
"So, these prophecies you gave Kazhan's tribes, they were messages from the creator?"
"They were." Xuan Ming nodded.
"Is it also the creator's will that prompts you to have those Kazhan tribes cooperate with me?"
"It is," Xuan Ming confirmed. "I don't see or know anything about the future. I am simply a messenger. Speaking of which, I have a message specially for you. The message is pretty loud, mind you. This is the first time I've gotten anything like this. I feel like my head might burst because of it. You are one special person. That's why I'm glad you finally showed up."
