The old goat stood up, causing the young woman to his side to stop playing. "Master?"
"Little An, I will be back. It seems we will be having an exalted guest soon." The old goat stepped forward and disappeared, leaving the young woman called Little An sitting there feeling confused.
"Who could ever make Master willingly leave the pavilion? He has been locked up in here since the day he took me as his disciple." The young woman thought about it over and over but still could not figure it out.
In a pavilion outside a tall white tower that rises high into the clouds, a group of old goats all appeared at the same time. "So you all felt it too? So what should we do?" The oldest of the old goats asked.
"I think we should meet with this person." The old goat who just left his disciple behind suggested. "This person's power has to be above all of ours for us to feel them from such a far distance to such a great extent."
