C748 You Still Don't Understand

At the Taoist Alliance headquarters, there was a serene room crafted entirely of pure wood, its air rich with the scent of resin. The fragrance of sandalwood gently rose from a copper cauldron in the corner, infusing the room with an ethereal Taoist charm.

Within this space, a Taoist dressed in a green robe, his hair and beard white as snow, sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion