Early dawn.
"Uncle-master."
"Uncle-master."
"Patriarch."
Escorted by a chorus of respectful calls, Ji Ning arrived at the entrance to the Tristar Crescent Abode. Holding a broom in his hands, he began to personally sweep the mountain paths.
Sweep. Sweep. The fallen leaves on the ground were all being swept away.
"That's odd."
"The Patriarch is personally sweeping the mountain paths? Isn't that the trial for the first level of the Divinities Palace?"
"The Patriarch can enter even the ninth level whenever he pleases, to say nothing of the first. He defeats the ninth golem with utter ease."
"But the Patriarch truly is sweeping the paths personally. Are we seeing things?"
"Maybe…maybe the Patriarch is meditating on something."
