In a secluded place far from Li Chen's world, an old man sat cross-legged with a red robe on. Large beads of sweat could be clearly seen dripping down his forehead. The man was deep in meditation and he kept breathing in and out, his breaths getting heavier and heavier. After going through this for two hours, the man fell on the floor, making a thud sound that alerted his butler who is always outside the room when the old man meditated.
The butler rushed into the room, concern etched on his face. He knelt down beside the old man, gently trying to wake him. The old man slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze was distant as if he had been to another world during his meditation.
The butler asked with worry, "Master, are you alright? You seemed to be in deep meditation for quite a while."
The old man's voice was weak but filled with determination. He said, "I have glimpsed something significant. It's time to make preparations."
