Late evening,
Near the third aura tree…
Mo Han sat cross-legged beneath the aura tree, his eyes not closed in meditation but staring forward in heavy thought. One single thought made him forget the world around him. He twirled a spirit stone in his hand but never circulated it into his meridians.
Jia Kai watched him for a long time. But she finally approached him to know his dilemma.
"Why are you just sitting like this? Not cultivating?" Jia Kai's voice drifted softly as she approached, the sweet fragrance of her robes mingling with the spiritual energy of the aura tree. She stepped closer and tilted her head. "Or… are you stuck in doubts again?"
Mo Han exhaled a long breath and looked at her. "You already know my doubts. This sect… it won't be able to support us. If we want to reach higher cultivation faster, we can't rely on this place.
