To the northeastern parts of Zheng manor. A secluded courtyard with old-fashion housing.

An elderly white man sat next to an incense table, his eyes closed in meditation.

This elderly man was quite old, and his hair was grizzly-white and in various amounts around his face, though it failed to retract from his hale and hearty facial expression. He was an elderly man in every sense of the word, but his body was vibrant and muscular with life.

But the most particular detail to him was the serpentine two-inch black scarring on the left side of his neck. It looked quite aged, though however way or however long it was he got this injury, it looked still quite strangely.

In the middle of his meditation, the eyes of the elder suddenly flew open!

“This…the Planar Laws!”

Shifting his eyes to the southwest, the elder’s aged face...