Coiling Dragon: Transcending Beyond Perfection

He was an old man dressed in a moon-white robe, with white hair and beard and a kindly face. He was especially warm and amiable now, smiling so broadly that his eyes narrowed into crescents. Anyone who saw him would instantly be able to heap all sorts of positive descriptions on him: kind, warm, benevolent, and so on.

But Colin was having a complete breakdown…