Rick adjusted his collar as he stepped into the dimly lit chamber, his footsteps echoing faintly against the cold stone floor. Around him, the walls were etched with jagged grooves, their intricate patterns designed to subtly channel Qi and reflect the sect's harsh philosophy of power.
"May all beings have happy minds."
Vassil was already there, seated cross-legged in the center of the room, his blindfold worn yet meticulously kept. The faint hum of Rick's Symphony of Peace filled the air, blending seamlessly with the gentle aura of Vassil's Happy Mind technique. The room radiated tranquility, but the dozen disciples kneeling before them wore expressions of rapt submission.
One of them, a wiry man with streaks of silver in his hair, murmured, "Guide us, Masters. What would you have us do?"
