Que Zang's heart pounded against his ribs. He had anticipated resistance, even outright hostility, but not this gentle acquiescence. Master Tianxin, ever the serene beacon amidst the storms of their lives, seemed to understand the turmoil raging within Que Zang's soul.
He rose, his movements betraying none of his inner conflict, and followed his master deeper into the temple's labyrinthine corridors.
The air grew heavy with the weight of unspoken words, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic echo of their footsteps.
Finally, they arrived at Mu Zang's abode, a secluded sanctuary nestled amidst a bamboo grove. The air here hummed with a tranquil energy, a stark contrast to the turbulent emotions swirling within Que Zang.
