The snow fell heavier and heavier...
Inside Mingde's room, Daoist Mingde was gone. Only his daughter, Weiwei, and the three other disciples were gathered together.
The four of them were silent. No one had expected something like this to happen so suddenly.
"What should we do now?"
Wang Yun asked in a low voice, her brow tightly furrowed.
"Let's wait for Master to return before we discuss it," Deng Mingchao replied softly. "A matter this serious depends on the Observatory Master's condition."
"If the Observatory Master..." Wang Yun trailed off, but everyone knew what she meant.
"..." Lin Hui said nothing, simply walking to a corner and closing his eyes to rest his mind.
It wasn't their place to make decisions on such a grave matter. As disciples, the only thing they could do was wait.
Soon, more than half an hour had passed, and the sky outside began to darken.
