649 The Sealed Child

Valley of Gluttony, among the structures along Sunset Lake, the aroma of incense hung in the air. It rose up before slowly dispersing, suffusing the entire room.

The lyrical melody of the zither and harp floated up delicately, emitting a sound like that of pearls of different sizes landing on a jade plate.

An elder wearing a voluminous robe, with sleeves like enormous fans, sat cross-legged on the floor. The incense was burning slowly in front of him. Beside the incense was a purple clay kettle whistling, indicating that its contents were boiling.

The hot steam drifted out of the spout of the kettle. With a churning noise, the lid of the purple clay kettle vibrated slightly.