Tian Ling returned to his palace, settling calmly on the central mat in the grand hall, the space where he often cultivated and meditated. The atmosphere was serene, filled only with the faint sound of the wind passing through the open windows. The walls were adorned with paintings of mountainous landscapes and ancient calligraphy that inspired tranquility. Aromatic incense filled the air with subtle fragrances, creating a perfect ambiance for reflection.
He closed his eyes momentarily, letting his thoughts flow freely before concentrating. "It was difficult to maintain the demeanor of a strong and mysterious master," he reflected, a wry smile forming on his lips. "That man has lived for more than thirty thousand years... It will be a challenge to make him accept me as his master."