India, Delhi.
At the edge of the city, in a district recently built with strange structures that gave off an ancient yet fantastical feeling, a towering building stood out among them all. It was a structure that, at this moment, could probably be considered the tallest in the world… if one set aside the magic tower built in England.
Inside, on its highest floor, several people with strong yet lean bodies, dressed in simple clothes, were seated in a circle around one man.
An old man, his hair braided and tied back neatly, with intricate patterns visible around his neck and extending across his chest hidden by clothes. If one were to count them, they would see that there were six patterns in total… the mark of a sixth-stage master.
His calm expression and clear eyes, filled with wisdom, had the kind of presence that could inspire confidence and courage in all who gazed upon him.
