Daoist Temple
The pale morning light outside filtered through the window paper, and the crisp calls of birds rang out, cheerful and brimming with life.
Liu Zhan, who had spent the night meditating in trance, stirred his eyelids and slowly opened them, looking toward the window.
The morning breeze rustled the leaves. Liu Zhan rose, pushed open the window, and stood there looking out.
Outside the small courtyard, a young man in a Daoist robe hurried over. The moment he looked up and saw Liu Zhan standing there, he quickly came forward to salute.
"True Person."
"Han Jun, did you obtain the medicine you were sent to find?" Liu Zhan glanced at Han Jun. "You were injured? Did something happen along the way?"
This young Daoist was one of the dozen or so disciples the sect had sent out to seek medicine. All were promising rising talents in whom the sect had placed great hopes. Since the Emperor had granted the Yin Temple Sect's Daoists the privilege of seeking medicine, the sect's higher-ups naturally hoped these young people could soar into the heavens in a single bound through this opportunity.
Though people like Liu Zhan were renowned throughout the entire Daoist Sect, and the Yin Temple Sect was still one of its leading powers, they were ultimately getting on in years. As spiritual energy grew, they would gradually withdraw and devote themselves wholly to cultivation. The future Daoist Sect belonged to the next generation, so Liu Zhan naturally showed greater concern for these carefully nurtured seedlings.
Han Jun hurriedly reported, "Reporting to True Person, when this disciple passed through Little Parting Town, I discovered a Monster. At the time, it had gone mad and was chasing down the townspeople. This disciple had no choice but to grievously wound it and