The sage stared at him with two completely white eyes. Soverick did not wither under the stare. Instead, he focused on the fact that the eyes are not white. They just look white just like light looks white. Those eyes are made up of millions of pupils too small to see individually all possessing different colors but arranged in such a way that they blend together and look white.
In fact, the entire white fur of the monkey is made in such a way. It is a mixture of tiny vibrating strings weaved in a mesh of delicate intricacy and balance. It reminds him of the white world and the multicolored fabrics of layered law that makes it up. It is not a surprise that it is so. The supreme law of the first sage is the first sage after all.
The sage spoke. "Hmm. Why did you come? You are either an ignorant fool, a brave fool, or a confident fool. Which is it?"
