Su Chen never expected to hear about this matter from Qing Cang.
"You find it unbelievable too, don't you?" Qing Cang wasn't surprised by Su Chen's slightly dazed expression. His own reaction had been much the same when he first learned of it.
Su Chen snapped back to reality and answered vaguely, "A little."
"But what does it mean that someone was there?" Su Chen invited Qing Cang to sit in a nearby pavilion. It was located far out on the edge of the Floating Island. At certain times, when the orbits of the satellite cities brought them close enough, one could faintly make out the scenes on them.
"What does it mean?" Qing Cang's voice involuntarily rose as they walked. "It means a great deal! That's the Lost Flame! It's almost certain now that it was left behind by a Sun Tier after their death.
