She made her way into the depths of the tiny space, tangyuan box in hand. It was quiet; only the sound of the wind brushing through the mountain crevices was audible. Her heart felt heavy, her thoughts a jumbled mess as she took the first few steps into the cave. The dimly lit interior of the cave was devoid of any signs of life, save for a small flame that flickered some distance away, growing closer and closer. The shadow of a person flickered with the light, sitting perfectly still.
Abrial stopped for a second, a drop of sweat dripping down her neck. Why was she so nervous? She needed to get a grip! Steeling herself, she forged onward, emerging a moment later into the small opening where her former instructor dwelled.
Everything looked exactly the same as the last time.
Wei Guang was sitting cross-legged on a bamboo mat, his eyes closed in meditation. His expression was peaceful and warm, his features graceful as the moon.
