34 : Aromatic Wood

The sky above the Azure Dragon Echoing Caves was painted in hues of twilight, a serene blend of purples and oranges as Eric, cloaked in the simple garb of a servant, emerged from the mouth of the cave.

His eyes lingered on the 13th cave, where his wife, a vision of tranquility, was lost in her cultivation. The air hummed with the unspoken promise of their reunion, yet duty called him elsewhere.

Navigating through the winding paths, Eric made his way to the tent of Elder Frost, a structure that mirrored the elegance of nature itself. Elder Frost, a woman whose age was as indiscernible as her wisdom, sat amidst scrolls and herbs, her gaze sharp as it fell upon Eric.

"Where have you wandered off to this time?" Elder Frost's voice was as crisp as the winter air.

Eric bowed respectfully, his heart heavy with the secrets he carried. "Elder, I was assisting other sect disciples with cleaning the caves, as per their request."