In the study atop the backyard mountains, the master was meditating with his eyes closed while the mute elder stood guard next to him, leaning on his crutch.
Within the short span of three breaths, a mystical scene unfolded on the hillside behind the Demon Sect, as if everything had come to a standstill.
The wind stopped, falling leaves hung suspended in mid-air, even the water ceased its flow in the brooks...
It seemed that upon the entire mountain, save the softly-breathing master and slow-moving Elder Gui, everything else was frozen in time.
Elder Gui glanced around, even for his worldly self, the scene before his eyes was nothing short of extraordinary.
He slowly approached a falling leaf which now hung not two meters above the ground. The mute elder lifted his right hand, trying to touch it, only to find that no matter how much force he exerted, he could not alter the leaf's suspended position in mid-air.
The mute elder instantly grasped the reason.