In a secluded, tranquil retreat within the Cloud Return Zen Temple, a man of imposing stature sat upright and solemn.
Only upon drawing closer would one notice that, despite his casual attire, an invisible air of authority radiated from him, mingled with a faint killing intent.
The bearing of a man long accustomed to command found its fullest expression in him.
He sat there alone, a small but exquisitely crafted incense burner before him. Wisps of pale smoke curled from its top and drifted outward.
A faint fragrance gradually filled the retreat, barely perceptible yet soothing to the heart and soul.
A soft knock sounded at the door behind him. Without turning his head, the seated man said, "Come in."
The door opened with great care, and a man slipped inside. Bowing to the man seated on the floor, he said, "Your Highness, it seems the wandering monk is not in the temple."
"Not here?" The corners of Duan Hongzhuo's mouth lifted slightly. "I rarely encounter anyone interesting, yet today I have found one. He only returned to the temple yesterday, and already he has left?"
"Your Highness, why not let me take some men and turn this temple upside down? We will certainly find that wandering monk!" the newcomer said.
Duan Hongzhuo raised a hand slightly and waved it. "No need. An eminent monk naturally has his own extraordinary ways. Perhaps my sincerity is still lacking."
"But, Your Highness..." The subordinate felt nothing but contempt for that wandering monk who failed to appreciate what was offered him.
He was merely an itinerant monk with no fixed abode, roaming from place to place and lodging at temples. To dare put on such airs before their prince—he must truly have grown tired of living.
"This is sacred Buddhist ground. Do not