Meng Hao's eyes glittered as he stared at the green-robed young man. Saying nothing, he walked forward and then appeared on the mountain peak.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time," the young man murmured. "In fact, it's been so long I've lost track of exactly how much time has passed.... I just vaguely remember that I fought a man once. We had a wager going, and if I lost, I promised to do a favor for him.
"I promised to wait here for someone... to give that person my Hexing magic."
Meng Hao's eyes began to shine as he said, "Your excellency is...?"
"I've forgotten. This isn't my true form, it's only a clone. I forgot what my name was. I only remember... that place." The young man shook his head and pointed down toward the valley at the base of the mountain.
Meng Hao looked down in the same direction, but didn't see anything other than the valley itself.