Tian Ling and Jin Yu advanced slowly towards the majestic palace of Elder Mei Lianhua, the silence surrounding them. As they approached, Tian Ling's mind filled with thoughts and memories. He reflected on his master's importance over the years—a figure always firm and cautious, whose presence provided him with security and wisdom. Even knowing Mei Lianhua hadn't directly participated in the recent battles, his concern for her lingered in his heart. It was as if the mere idea of her being in danger could weaken the foundations of his own strength.
When they finally arrived at the palace, Tian Ling was once again impressed by its grandeur. The imposing structures, with their refined architecture adorned with intricate carvings, stood as a silent testament to the sect's tradition and history. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting golden reflections across the marble floors, echoing the footsteps of those who walked there.