[His eyes widen. All at once he recalls the beastman given the medicine that stripped their beast hood from them. His hands open and close. Horror and worry chase themselves across his face.]

…I don’t know. [He faces forward and the answers elude him. All he sees is fire and suffering in his mind’s eye.]

I would ask Zhongli but, [He trusts the other immortal’s opinion. Values it. But they can’t ask him. He couldn’t come and it could have caused a political Incident on a staggering scale if he had tried.]

…Gods have died here before. What happened to the vision users of those gods?