Gao Menghua pushed the door open.
The dome of the circular room in the divination chamber was painted with a starry sky pattern, but the constellations did not belong to any known astronomical system.
In the center of the room was a crystal round table, surrounded by three high-backed chairs. The eerie thing was that there were already three steaming cups of tea on the table, as if the host knew there would be three guests.
"Please, sit." A voice came from the shadows. Gao Menghua shuddered—the electronic synthesized voice was exactly as she remembered it, with that uncomfortable mechanical vibe.
A figure slid out of the darkness, more floating than walking.
The owner's face was extremely old, a clear sign of advanced age.
"Miss Gao, long time no see." He turned in Gao Menghua's direction.
Gao Menghua almost dropped her medical kit. "You... you... you are... Vice Dean Fang???"
