欧宝娱乐

“There is a tale, you really wish to hear it?鈥�
鈥淵es, we want to hear it!鈥�
鈥淭his I鈥檝e got to hear,鈥� Fez says, downing another shot of green-mist. 脝ther tells the tale鈥�
鈥淚t is the late nineteenth century, the last days of the Silk Road in China,鈥� he grabs his staff and stomps it to the ground. 鈥淚t was a time of great change on Terra, but the old ways still flourished鈥攖he ways of the warrior!
鈥淣ow a merchant鈥檚 caravan was making the perilous journey along the Silk Road accompanied by bodyguards, an infamous Chinese boxer and his band of brothers. Stopped in their tracks they did, on seeing from the west a strong wind picking up, a sandstorm brewing. Unseen by the travellers, high in the sky a flying saucer flew overhead鈥攖he Yu虂n! In the distance it landed, then no sooner had it started, the sandstorm began to dissipate, as if it had never been. The sand cloud cleared to reveal a lone figure, a Grey. The Ascetic known as Oracle of the Four Winds. The one that never dies, whom for the sake of this account we shall call Lives-a-long-time.
鈥淭he story goes on to tell how Lives-a-long-time held up a hand for the caravan to stop, upon which the leader dismounted from his camel, and said to the Ascetic, 鈥榃hat is it you want demon, you dare to stop Wang-Yin?鈥� 鈥業 do!鈥� said Lives-a-longtime, at which Wang-Yin roared: 鈥楾hen prepare to taste my ironpalm heavy-as-the-world!”
― J.L. Haynes, Zara Hanson & The Mystery of the Painted Symbol