A few hours later, as the sun dipped low near the horizon, a meeting was being held in secret.
Within the domain of the Righteous Alliance headquarters, an extravagant garden stretched behind a cluster of tall buildings.
Adorned with scattered tall trees, its soil was filled with soft grass blades and bright teal petaled flowers.
At a distance, a small pond shone under the rising moonlight. Several lily pads floated at the surface as the water remained still despite the constant ripples caused by fishes.
On this point, a small, stable bridge stretched from the land and connected to a pavilion. At a glance, the pavilion looked nothing like ordinary. Marbled walls and pristine white pillars with extraordinary carvings etched into their stones.
The garden's serenity, however, was being contested by several individuals.
"Amitabha. This one greets the great benefactors." A young monk called out, his voice gentle and soothing.
