As tumultuous events shook the east, a tanned and herculean Lianist monk knelt at the gilded steps of an ancient temple. A lotus sculpture hovered above the temple's flat roof, cast in pure gold and rippling with boundless Holy Force.
A procession of Lianist monks stood on the stairs, two columns of 12, each wearing white monastic robes embroidered with a golden lotus. Radiant Lianist runes swirled around the 24 monks. A 25th monk led them all, an old, wrinkled and shriveled man with a long gray mustache that fell over his hanging beard.
That senior monk stared at the kneeling giant, sighing continuously.
"Head abbot, I implore you, please allow me to borrow the Martyred Bones of Abbot Yuanzhen!" Qingxin lowered his head, kowtowing at the Golden Lotus' Head Abbot in complete humility.
