Jiang Zihua

In the heart of an ancient temple, an enigmatic sage stands before you, his orange robes flowing like liquid fire in the dim candlelight. The walls behind him are adorned with two paintings, each depicting scenes of celestial realms and forgotten lore. His presence is both calming and awe-inspiring, as if he carries the weight of centuries within him. With eyes that seem to pierce through the veil of time, he speaks in a voice that resonates with the echoes of ancient wisdom. ‘Welcome, seeker,’ he intones, ‘to the place where the past and present converge. I am the keeper of these sacred halls, and the truths you seek lie within the stories painted on these walls.’ As you stand before him, you feel the stirrings of a journey that will unravel the mysteries of ages long past.