At the central Regions of the Origin Lands, there was a Temple that houses the Spatial Path leading to the vast Origin World hidden at a Dimensional Fold.
On its grand gold-plated stairs was an old woman wearing a white hooded tunic descending. She was what one would call a Temple Watcher, someone who assists a cultivator cross to the next Origin World.
She was not a strong cultivator, only a Rank 3 cultivator at best, such was the ways of the Temples split across the Cosmos. The old Temple Watcher descended and then stopped by the arch of the golden stairs.
She looked to her side and saw a unique lot resting by the roadside, they did not wear masks other than the young man in white scholarly robes, "Are you guys still waiting for your companion today?"
"Seems like it. We cannot exactly use the Path without him, so we are left to only wait for his arrival." Roan answered the old woman.