At daybreak.
Verdant branches stretched out their leaves, the dewdrops condensed upon them trembling on the verge of falling.
Reflected in those limpid beads of dew, Qing Lan Fairy stood before Chaixi Palace, gazing out over the breathtaking view of Daoist Palaces halfway down the mountainside.
A voice like spring water flowed murmuringly from her lips.
"Zhou Fuqiu, do you know what 'Tianyuan' is?"
Zhou Fuqiu answered without hesitation: "On the Go board, the central star point is called Tianyuan."
"Right, and yet not entirely." Qing Lan Fairy said leisurely, "The core of the cosmos, the loftiest position—that too is Tianyuan."
Zhou Fuqiu was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly saw the light.
The word "Tianyuan" indeed was not merely a Go term; in astronomy and star-lore it had always held a lofty place.
"Our Daoist Sect takes Tianyuan as its name; for the past several thousand years, we have been worthy of this grand and magnificent name."
