Leaves

Somewhere in the Eastern Continent… in a private room…

A fat monk sat cross-legged in meditation. He was a thirty or forty-year-old man, and was clad in a yellow robe.

His eyes were slightly closed. And, a faint layer of golden light was slowly moving over his entire body… it seemed as if he was bathing in golden brilliance.

One of his hands was placed next to his chest. And, he was flipping a bead with it. His lips were slightly moving, and he seemed to be mumbling something.

The fat monk slowly rose upwards as time passed. It rather seemed as if he was sitting in midair. Moreover, the golden radiance around his body had grown even more vigorous by now. And, it was emanating bursts of magnificent rays of light in a constant manner. These rays of light were gradually converging behind his body, and were taking the shape of a cloud of golden halo.