The night sky was dark over the mountain, with clouds moving past the moon like quiet watchers. Inside his dimly lit wooden cabin,
Lin Lee sat with his legs crossed, his eyes half-open, the purple-green glow in them slowly becoming calm.
'The sect gates are sealed every night, and guards patrol until morning. I can't leave openly. I'll need to use the spiritual paths under the mountain.'
He stood up, put his robe in a storage pouch, and put on a simple gray robe of a servant disciple. His presence faded... his breath, energy, everything disappeared until even a small trace of a cultivator was gone. It was as if a normal person now stood where Lin Lee had been.
The Boundless Heaven Art gently pulsed in his core, making his qi flow almost zero.
