Wan Yu Sect, Chenghua Hall.
A man dressed in a Taoist robe leaned against the doorpost, eyes half-closed, calculating with his fingers:
"Qing Song Temple… these days it's much more relaxed… It seems the five Perfected Persons have given up waiting for the one they sought. Since they've taken the Silent Bell, no matter how they calculate, he won't appear—naturally, they dispersed."
He yawned, then abruptly grew solemn, for a clatter echoed from inside the hall. Startled, the middle-aged man hurriedly entered, crossing the hall in a few steps to the upper seat, where he saw a Taoist Scripture placed at the front.
This scripture had a deep blue cover, pale yellow pages, nothing overtly strange—yet with no wind, the pages turned with a fluttering sound of their own accord.
The book turned for a while and stopped on one particular page, from which a verdant-white light emanated, suddenly illuminating several characters:
"Green Ruler"
