Bai Ye led me through a maze of meandering paths in the garden until we came to a small stone door hidden behind a thicket of jasmine bushes. I never knew such a place existed in the same garden that I had visited every day for the past five years.
He beckoned me forward, "Only my spiritual power can open this door. Give it a try."
I took a deep breath, brushing aside the intimate thought of how that power came into my body, and laid my hand on the stone's surface. A pale white light danced beneath my palm when I called his spiritual power forward—pure and strong, without the slight tint of the telltale purple color from impurities—and the stone glowed as if lit from the inside. With a loud rumble, the door shook and then disappeared.