*Upper Realms... Temple du Dao*
Zhi Mei stood in the center of the Pavilion of Celestial Will, surrounded by white jade columns that seemed to rise to infinity.
The air was saturated with sacred incense, but this usual smell was not enough to calm the turmoil stirring in her heart. The Temple Elders, seated on their raised thrones, stared at the saintess with an insistence that made the atmosphere heavy. The silence was broken by the cavernous voice of the head of the Elders, Yunru, whose piercing gaze seemed to want to probe the soul of the Templar.
"Zhi Mei, report on your mission in the lower worlds. Where is the Executor, the chosen of the Dao?" asked the woman gracefully and young but whose real age was much older...
Zhi Mei felt a drop of cold sweat slide down the back of her neck as her fingers clenched nervously.
She remembered with terrifying clarity the scene in the cave, Huojin's body disintegrating before her eyes after he had given his will to BaiShe...
