"Immortal Palace? Bait?"
The young members of the Meng Tribe were utterly confused by the words of the black-clad elder. Or, perhaps, the things spoken about by the elder had surpassed their understanding. Even though everyone heard clearly, they had no idea of the true meaning behind them. Each stood in place, their eyes slowly sweeping over the "bait" on the copper surface, slowly losing life due to the underground lava, then looked towards the black-clad elder. They seemed to desire an explanation, but with so many doubts in their hearts, they didn't even know where to start asking!
"Few understand the matters of the Immortal Palace, it's not surprising that you don't!"
