The air was silent for a moment, white mist rose gradually from the mouth of the teacup on the desk, shifting in shape, as if one could hear the distant clanging sound of a ship's bell outside the window, a white sail raised as the ship was leaving port.
Su Changfeng looked at Fang Hong, who was standing there in a daze, and continued: "Both your father and mother were eligible to be Invokers, they stayed in Eteliria for quite some time. Simply put, they were Invokers. Do you still remember the hospital where you were born?"
Fang Hong stood there, experiencing a sensation of quietness in his head, as if he was detached from his own perspective, listening to a story that was unrelated to him through another identity. Memories before the age of six were fragmented, and impressions of his parents were long vague, yet he had heard the name of his birthplace from his uncle and aunt:
Central Hospital, Qionghua City District 1.
