In an underground cavern illuminated only by the soft light of the candles hung on the walls, an old man wearing a black robe was sitting cross-legged in the center and practicing mindfulness.
He had a calm expression on his face as his chest slowly heaved up and down. He breathed in and breathed out, the mana particles around him swirling in a mystical manner.
The man was clean-shaven and had a head full of white hair tied into a top knot. A deep scar ran diagonally across his face, starting from the left side of his chin, crossing his nose bridge, and finally ending above his right eye.
Despite the peaceful look on his face, the scar made him appear very daunting, to say the least.
Suddenly, his eyelids twitched and the following moment the visible vortex of mana around his body dissipated.
