Red Fist Mountain…
The journey to Red Fist Mountain was nothing short of arduous. Towering peaks loomed in the distance, wrapped in a veil of mist that seemed to pulse with an ominous energy. Kent, carrying the pendant given to him by Peak Master Yao Fang, stepped through the grand entrance of the mountain's inner sanctum, where an imposing figure sat cross-legged on a stone platform.
Kent stared at him from head to toe. The figure's face matches the description of Master Lao.
Master Lao's presence was like an unshakable mountain itself. A grizzled beard framed his hardened face, and his sharp eyes scrutinized Kent from the moment he arrived.
Kent bowed and said, "Disciple Kent King greets Peak Master Lao."
"So, you are the one Yao Fang sent to me?" Master Lao's deep voice echoed.
Kent bowed respectfully. "Yes, Master Lao. I am Kent."
