In Monica’s eyes, James was but a clown. A very successful one, at that, to have fooled even the Young Master of the Elixir Pavilion.

At the same exact moment, the Great Elder of the World Pavilion was already on his way to the Master’s closed-door meditation sanctuary. There were extremely steep stone walls at the back of the mountain. When he reached a stone wall, he held up his hand. Then, some mysterious prints and symbols appeared and enmeshed themselves within the wall in front of him.