Darkening Skies
Master Wei Jiantai sat in the grand hall of his secluded residence within the breathtaking Kunlun Mountains. The room was adorned with intricate tapestries, ancient scrolls, and delicate porcelain vases filled with fragrant lotus blossoms. He had spent the morning listening to the concerns and matters brought forth by his disciples and the residents of the nearby villages, as was his custom.
As he reclined on his ornate chair, his long white beard cascading down his chest, he sighed deeply. The responsibilities of leading the Kunlun Sect were often burdensome, but he carried them with grace and wisdom. Today, it seemed that the world's troubles weighed heavier on his shoulders than usual.
Just then, the doors to the hall creaked open, and Wei Ning Zhi, one of Master Wei Jiantai's most skilled disciples, entered. She moved gracefully, her footsteps almost soundless on the smooth wooden floor. Her eyes, like dark orbs, bore the weight of unspoken thoughts.