I accidentally got off course. I am at the port on the China-Vietnam border, and I still have a ways to go, inland to Fenzi. A girl who seems about a year younger than me descends the gangplank. From the way her delicate hands constantly flutter, I assume that she is a farm girl, used to constantly having something to do. Why she is here, I do not know. Her raven hair is blown back from her face, letting me catch a glimpse of her onyx eyes, before she pulls her hood up and vanishes. She takes that same road I am to use, to get to Fenzi. Now it's clear to me. A farm girl, in this important seaside city? Taking the road to Fenzi? She is a disciple, like myself. I start to run, pushing through the crowds and onto the road, to catch up to her.

-2 hours later-

This girl is fast as the wind. Since there's not much water around the path, this confirms that she is not a water disciple. I don't know where she's from. But if she's heading to Fenzi, she should know Korean. Korean is the official language of Fenzi, with the central subcity being the word 'element' in Korean. Yoso. Shijie was first worshipped in Korea, before she spread to other countries, and eventually stopped being worshipped. The Korean people are the least harsh toward people who worship her. It's a breezy day which bodes well for me. For does fire not spread by wind? Fire is catching. And the winds speed me on my way.