News Of A Feast
In the wake of such earth-shattering events, many waited with bated breath for the Glazed Lightning Sect's Purgatory Monarch, a man infamous for his rash and impulsive nature, to retaliate.
Yet, as the days passed and the dust settled over the ruined sect headquarters, an eerie silence prevailed. The Monarch's absence was conspicuous and deeply unsettling, like the calm before a raging storm.
Amidst this atmosphere of tension and uncertainty, Lin Xiang sat cross-legged in silent meditation in his personal quarters. His being was in perfect harmony with the world around him as he contemplated the profound mysteries of the Great Dao.
Gentle sunlight streamed in through the windows, caressing his skin and lending the scene an air of tranquility that contrasted starkly with the undercurrents of ambition and upheaval churning through the city beyond.