Whispers floated through the wind, scattered among the trees and steps of the Immortal Living Pool Mountain, but none could silence the awe left behind by Kent's ascent. His quiet defiance had not gone unnoticed. Among the many discussions swirling across the summit, one truth had settled deeply: Kent was no ordinary disciple.
After his miraculous arrival, the elder who had first announced the trial descended from the clouds once again, his white robes fluttering like a calm wave over a still pond. His voice was steady, though filled with a layer of intrigue, as he addressed Kent directly. "Disciple Kent. While others continue to struggle, you shall sit and meditate before the Stone Statue of the Water God. Absorb its blessings, and calm your mind. The true tests are yet to begin."
