The first to visit was the Abbot of the Silent Lotus Temple.
He arrived quietly, his golden robes shimmering faintly under the morning light. The monks bowed as he ascended the peak, his steps light yet filled with reverence. When he reached the lotus's great bloom, the Saintess and Lotus Spirit greeted him silently before stepping aside to let him through.
Lin Mu, still seated within the lotus, managed a faint smile when he saw the elderly monk. "Abbot," he said softly, his voice carrying warmth though it was still weak. "It has been a while."
The Abbot clasped his hands together, bowing deeply. "Amitabha. It gladdens this old monk's heart to see you awake, Lin Mu. The world owes you a debt that can never be repaid."
Lin Mu shook his head slowly. "I only did what had to be done."
