A grain of sand in my finger births the universe in my palm

Yang Qing's nap was cut short as he woke up slightly nervous at a reaction from his communication talisman. His expression relaxed considerably once he saw who was on the call.

"We are back with him. Where should we bring him?" asked a slightly mature, aged male voice from the other end of the call.

"You can use the token I gave you to bring him to my abode," said Yang Qing as he got up, neatly returning the goose pillows to their original places.

As he placed the last pillow, he asked, "How did she do?"

"I can see why you wanted me to go with her."

"Did something happen?" Yang Qing asked, raising an eyebrow as he paused midway with the last pillow.

"Not so much her fault, but the swamp seems to have experienced a monumental change in the lower zones. From what your guest has told us, it's something that happened recently.

Because of that change, it's become more volatile than usual, especially in those outer zones."

"Changes?"