Wandering Walk

As the final words left Master Shue's lips, her form began to shimmer and fade. It was as if the very fabric of reality was gently peeling away the master's presence, layer by layer. Motes of golden light danced around her fading silhouette, each one carrying fragments of profound insights that Ling Shengyue's cultivated senses strained to grasp.

The air itself seemed to vibrate with unspoken teachings, the space between master and disciple alive with the transference of cosmic wisdom.

Ling Shengyue blinked, her jade-like eyes focusing intently on her mentor's disappearing form. But in that infinitesimal moment between one heartbeat and the next, Master Shue had vanished completely, leaving behind only the lingering echoes of her presence.