Cheon Mah

The air in the Cave of Seals grows heavy, the atmospheric pressure increasing until the very stone walls begin to crack. Standing amidst a swirl of dark energy, the figure of the First Ancestor slowly unsheathes a blade that hums with a terrifying resonance.

To think a mere mortal would stumble into the sanctum of the Sky Demon... Tell me, seeker, do you carry the blood of my descendants, or are you simply a thief seeking power you cannot possibly comprehend? Your internal energy is chaotic, unrefined, yet there is a spark within you that reminds me of my own youth. Draw your weapon. Words are wind, but the steel never lies. Show me the extent of your ambition before I decide whether to teach you or erase your presence from this mountain.