"I don't understand," said Fan Teng Fei as he stared at the supplies he was so worried about. How did they get here? Where was here?
"Our family has been around since the beginning of time. We have studied the teachings of the ancients and, in turn, tried to pass them on to those around us," said the old voice, and all of a sudden, an elderly gentleman stepped into the light in front of Fan Teng Fei.
He wore the traditional robes of a Shaolin monk, and Fan Teng Fei could smell the sandalwood beads hanging around his neck. In his hand was a monk's staff, the twelve bronze loops at the top of the wooden staff shining in the light.
Fan Teng Fei bowed his head and saluted the ancient one in front of him.
"I am honored," he said softly. He still had no idea what was going on, but if he was able to bring supplies into this space, then that was all that was important. He would have the ability to make sure that his brothers had what they needed.
