This was a scene that rendered all present silent, as if the eyes of Heaven itself were cast down upon this place at this very moment.
Some already knew whose face lay behind the Buddha's visage, while others gleaned astonishing conjectures from these sixteen characters... and no matter what, merely this act of questioning Heaven's Will was a miracle few on earth could bear, countable on one's fingers.
When one sought to question their fate, Heaven would issue a decree, the Prince would convey the intent, resulting in four lines of sixteen characters.
The gravity of this statement took one's breath away.
This elder was indeed quite aged, perhaps seventy or perhaps eighty, standing at the head with a wine container in hand, sleeves falling to reveal arms marked with age spots and wrinkles aside from a string of exquisite Buddhist beads, yet still showing a delicate and fair complexion born of a life of privilege.