Chapter 126: Governing the State

In the hotel at the foot of the Divine Mountain, Bruce Yale sat cross-legged in meditation and suddenly turned his head toward the peak. A tug rippled through him. Something had happened on the mountain. By this point, he had brushed the state of man and nature as one; his senses rarely led him astray. The Divine Mountain looked calm, yet he trusted his intuition. Whoosh! Bruce left the hotel and sped toward the mountain. As he reached the mountain gate, he saw the white-haired elder from before...