In a dark temple, a flickering blue flame danced persistently, the flames gradually growing smaller, silently extinguished in the darkness.
In the darkness, came a sound of lonely footsteps and the tapping of a cane, a bright yet eerie lamp casting a path in the vast darkness, and also revealing the appearance of the owner of the footsteps.
He was an elderly man in his twilight years, dressed in a neat black suit, with a vertical scar on his right eye, resting on a black cane, his wrinkled face full of vigor, his eyes resolute and determined, as if he could lead everyone toward the right maturity and stability.
Close to the place where the flame had just extinguished, the old man lifted the lamp, illuminating seven different lampstands.
Each lampstand was almost identical, without any decoration, like ordinary saucers supported by stands.
On the front of the lampstands were inscribed different words: Humility, Diligence, Generosity, Compassion, Self-Control, Song Yang, Chastity.
