Inside the Faceless Great Hall.
The Holy Spirit Taoist, the leader of the sect, slowly stood up, retrieved a bundle of new incense sticks from a hidden compartment in the corner, lit them, and inserted them into the censer in front of the statue.
The mysterious inlays on the surface of the censer lit up with a faint silver glow.
A breeze-like cool breath wafted from the censer, spreading out to the surroundings.
This breath, seemingly alive, was quickly absorbed through the mouth and nose by the human faces on the walls.
All was calm once again.
The Holy Spirit Taoist turned, as if he had foreseen the future, and looked toward the door.
The grand doors were slowly pushed open once more.
A tall and handsome young man with a slender figure walked in slowly, looking up at him.
"Teacher," the young man said, carrying a long sword on his back, not having placed his natal Chi Yuan Sword into the Sword Nurturing Pouch.
