Jiang Cheng scowls, mouth set in a hard line, ready to snap at the youth to try him when he says he came from the skies.

“The sky.”

He’s right, it does sound ludicrous.

“As in from the Heavens.”

He looks him over. The boy looks like any other youth. One who came from a lavish house but still. He barely looks over twenty one.

“Are…are you a god, then?”