Imperial City.
In an antique room at Huitong Hall, designated for receiving foreign envoys.
A white-robed monk, who had been sitting quietly in meditation with his palms pressed together, suddenly opened his eyes.
Jiang Shan sensed an anomaly in the direction of the Imperial Palace. He smiled faintly. "It seems someone is fated to be with my Buddha after all."
'I never thought someone in Great Yan could actually fuse with the Buddha's Relics. I really want to meet this person. I thought this trip would be for naught. The will of the Seven Ancestors is something an ordinary person cannot withstand; they would even be assimilated by it. To be chosen by the Relic... this person can be considered half a disciple of my Seven Ancestors Lineage.'
He got up from his mat and looked out the window, his gaze attempting to pierce the vast distance.
But the disturbance quickly subsided, as if nothing had happened.
