C485 East Emperor!

The Taoist before us was draped in a sweeping robe with wide sleeves that cascaded down to his feet, enveloping him completely. It was a casual attire, yet it lacked nothing in dignity. The sash tied carelessly around his waist seemed to follow the very principles of the universe, infinite in its simplicity.

His hands were empty, but his posture maintained a sense of propriety. Most strikingly