Stell descended the staircase as he pondered. Master's words were confusing, and his mind was shrouded in fog.
Although he understood his next task, Stell really wasn't sure how he should clear it.
With a sigh, he grumbled as his stomach was complaining.
While he was at the peak, Stell could feel something changing inside him. No, he could feel himself changing.
'Spirit?' He guessed as his stomach complained loudly.
After an arduous hour of descending, Stell arrived in front of his cottage. There, he saw a beautiful disciple admiring his garden.
She had long black hair and a Chinese hairpin. With a ring carved from gems and her darker tan, Stell wondered why such a beauty would come to his cottage.
'Wait, is it my cottage?' As his mind started indulging in various fantasies, the beautiful disciple saw him. After nodding, she jumped in the air, gracefully descending the peak.
