His mind wandered as he walked on the stone path, feeling in the serene atmosphere. He thought about the history of the sect that he had gathered in the city, even though it was only bits and pieces, they were proof of the ancient heritage of the sect.
He soon came before the cherry tree after wandering around his courtyard for a bit, its delicate pink blossoms swaying gently with the breeze. He fell in a momentary trance while observing the cherry tree.
He thought back to the last trial that he had to go through during the Pagoda Trials, reminiscing about those lives he lived, but he soon realized that something was amiss with those lives.
He shook his head as he felt the serene atmosphere around him once again. He took out a chair and a small table from his storage ring, placing them beneath the cherry tree's wide canopy.