"Rainy, what do you think is going on?" murmured the old man toward the girl as she languidly fanned the incense. "Why does the Patriarch suddenly have this feeling that something huge is going to happen?" The old man was obviously ill at ease, and in no mood for meditation.
"Maybe you did too many bad things?" replied the girl, glancing over at him.
"No, not me! The Patriarch has spent these years cultivating life and spirituality. It's been a long time since I even stepped outside." The old man found that his eyelids were twitching even more rapidly, and for some reason, the unease he felt in his heart was growing more intense. He stepped down from his throne and began to pace back and forth inside the palace.
The uneasy feeling kept growing stronger, leading him to believe that something akin to a disaster was just around the corner.
