A Storm Before the Battle
They were falling together.
This quiet tacit understanding shared between them made the martial artists feel a deep sense of respect.
In the vast reception hall, the smell of the incense seemed to float slowly in the air. At the head table sat the Mountain Master of Voidspring Mountain – Priya. And next to her sat her beloved disciple – Cheery.
They quietly sipped their teas while listening to all the talk flying about.
Neither of them said a word but the air filled with a silent majesty they both emitted. Priya was, to everyone's surprise, the youngest Mountain Master the sect had ever known, having taken office at the age of forty. Yet… time refused to age her. And it did not merely show the passage of time but rather gave her the elegance of a lady barely in her early thirties.
Silver hair fell over the elegant silver robe adorned with intricate silver embroidery, shining in the lantern light like strands of moonbeams.
