Turning back the hands of the clock to about an hour ago, in a well-lit room filled with nothing but symbol of status, a lavish, perfectly decorated room with pillars having coiling dragons rising towards the ceiling, each carved from gold as if the owner of this place has money to burn, the clean, near holy air circulating around this place borderline creating mist due to how thick the ambient spirit qi is.
Within this room, one sole person sits on a soft, white bed seemingly made of the greatest materials, said person an old, nearing ancient man who seems to be in the middle of cultivation, the mist created from the thick ambient spirit qi surging towards his body like a whirlpool in the ocean.
