I and my master were searching for the Alliance Hall on a desolate street. The winter scene emerged, with northern winds blowing in waves. I thought to myself, it's time to add more clothes. This world is so vast, yet it's hard to find one person. Snow Country will surely have snowfall, but what kind of scenery will be around me that day? I thought, unpredictability is truly painful, I'd rather be a prophet who knows everything.

  The master said, being a prophet is utterly unenjoyable. From the day he became a prophet, he would definitely do one thing, and people are always harmed by curiosity for their entire lives. After this prophet unfortunately did what prophets do, his life was actually just waiting to die.

  What's wrong?

  Master said: You were not so foolish in the past. You are really worried about something.

  I said: The prophet must have predicted when he would die, right?

  The master said: Right. This is why the sages and gods are still in the human world, and also the only place where the sages and gods differ by just one step.

  I asked: Then what about that master you wanted me to find?

  Master said: You just look for it, and you will find it.

  Does the old man who makes weapons count?

  The master said: He is neither a prophet nor a great master, he is an engineer.

  I asked: Which city is he in?

  The master said: He is waiting for you everywhere.

  I'm confused. In an instant, I feel like my sword is the most awake.