The morning mist clung to the towering peaks of Mount Tianyun, where clouds drifted lazily around ancient pine trees.
Stone steps wound their way up the mountain, leading to a centuries-old monastery hidden among the cliffs.
The silence there was unlike anywhere else.
Only the sound of birds and the distant ringing of temple bells broke the stillness.
General dismounted his horse at the foot of the temple gates.
A young novice monk sweeping the stone courtyard noticed him and placed the broom aside.
He joined his palms respectfully.
"Amitabha."
"Welcome, General."
General returned the greeting with a respectful bow.
"I seek Master Xu."
The young monk smiled apologetically.
"Please forgive us."
"My master is currently performing a seven-day ritual praying for peace and protection over the kingdom."
"He cannot leave the meditation hall."
General's expression became serious.
"This concerns the Imperial Palace."
"The Emperor himself sent me."
The novice's smile faded.
