The pool that the Great Tang Emperor had been gazing at.
It was originally empty, with nothing but the pitch-black abyss of water which, upon a single glance, remained inscrutable.
But at this moment.
It suddenly began to emit a faint glow.
The strands of light, like reflections on a mirror, refracted a series of fantastical luminance, and beneath the surface of the pool, they conjured an image.
Within that image was a temple, with its wooden beams in disrepair, its grey curtains slightly hanging, and a Buddha statue fallen to the ground, its body broken and face fierce.
And behind the grey curtains.
On the Lotus Platform where the Buddha statue once sat, there now sat an old monk in grey robes.
The grey-robed old monk's face bore the signs of age and weather, his skin spotted with many somber blemishes, and he slightly bowed his head, giving the impression of someone in the twilight years of life.
