The Supreme sat serenely in the Daoist Palace.
Beside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, two Children carefully fanned the flames. Each wave of their fans stirred ripples powerful enough to tear heaven and earth apart, yet these ripples were instantly compressed and contained, transforming into a gentle breeze that caused the flames to burn even more fiercely.
"Master," one Child said respectfully. "The fire is about ready."
The Supreme nodded calmly, his eyelids lowered, his thoughts unknown. After a long moment, he sighed softly and said:
"My lineage practices tranquility, Non-action, and follows the course of Nature..."
The two Children looked up in confusion, both turning to their great master.
Then, they saw their great master rub his nose and mutter to himself:
"I feel a sneeze coming on."
