Three more days passed in quiet anticipation.
The flying treasure boat glided silently through the clouds and finally descended at the edge of a vast, ancient forest.
The moment the boat touched down, Master Lei Zhen stepped down first, his white robe fluttering lightly in the morning breeze. Behind him followed the three disciples — Kent, the cold-faced young boy, and the serious-looking young woman.
The area buzzed with a heavy but suppressed energy. Already, countless young disciples and their elders were arriving from distant lands, walking towards the mouth of the forest.
At the very entrance stood a natural archway, formed by two massive ancient trees that had intertwined their trunks and branches as if holding hands for eternity. Beneath the archway, two strange elders stood like stone statues, draped in long, flowing white robes. Their faces were hidden beneath enormous conical hats.
