In the Black Tortoise Clan, an elder appeared before a small hut.
He leaned against one of the pillars to catch his breath for a moment before prostrating himself at the door.
"Ancestor, an immortal beast has descended upon us. Please show mercy and save us," the elder said.
No response came from the hut, but the elder remained in his position.
As seconds passed in silence, his nervousness grew stronger. He thought to himself that he had never actually seen the ancestor. No one had. They simply believed that an ancestor lived here and had never dared to barge in to confirm.
Could it be that the ancestor had died long ago? No! He shook his head. He needed to have faith in the ancestor. The ancestor was probably in deep meditation and hadn't heard him. He just needed to call out again.
