Ten days later.
Imperial Capital, Geometry Institute.
As the place where Formation Masters lived and worked, the environment in the Heavenly Pattern Office was very elegant.
Birds sang and flowers fragranced the air, and greenery covered the area, with pavilions and towers arranged in orderly rows, and the wind creating ripples across the lake.
The midday sunlight of summer was warm, as some Formation Masters, dressed in yellow and blue official brocade robes, chatted and laughed while walking in the spacious, shaded paths. Tall martial artists carefully moved box after box of "merchandise" from the storerooms onto beast-drawn carriages—all was in perfect order.
However, this peace was soon disrupted by two figures.
An old man and a young girl.
The elder had silvery white hair and beard, and an air of transcendent wisdom, though his face held a hint of sycophancy.
