Clang!
The bell rang out, piercing the heavens and startling countless small beasts and birds in the mountains into flight.
Purple mist swirled, and pavilions and towers appeared and disappeared among the sea of clouds.
Wudang.
Shangde Peak.
“Senior Brother Ning, what happened next in the story?” In the pine grove behind the mountain, a young gentleman rested his chin in his hands and blinked at the slightly older boy Taoist sitting in front of him.
The boy Taoist looked no older than sixteen or seventeen, but his demeanor was not the lively, spirited sort typical of that age. Instead, he seemed rather languid and laid-back.
