Yu Xian idly sat there for a while. When he realized that the other three would probably not make it over anytime soon, he turned back to Li Zhangzong. Craning his neck for a furtive look, he saw Li Zhangzong holding a calligraphy brush, writing on a black stone stele.

The heart is the vessel of the Dao, the spirit is the foundation of divinity.

When body and spirit become one, one may seize the workings of heaven and earth, refine the essence of yin and yang, and manifest the transformations of heaven and earth.

Contain Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed, hide the sun and moon within a pot, gather the river of stars within a square inch, and behold past and present in a single instant.

Every character Li Zhangzong wrote carried a tranquil rhythm. Yu Xian watched him in silence. His restless heart gradually calmed, and that wondrous cadence soothed away all his scattered...