Elder Yahu called Ye Yang to his side and gestured towards a wall covered in a bewildering array of markings and structures.
"Ye Yang," he said, "for the next month, I want you to sit here, facing this wall. At the end of the month, I want to know what you have learned from these markings."
Ye Yang's gaze swept across the wall. It was a chaotic jumble of lines, circles, and symbols, unlike anything he had ever seen. He felt a pang of apprehension. A month? Just staring at a wall?
"Elder Yahu," he began hesitantly, "this… this wall is covered in so many markings. Where do I even begin?"
Elder Yahu chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "That, young man, is for you to discover. Consider it another trial, though this time, the trial is not of strength or courage, but of comprehension. I will give you one hint: all these markings are related to the foundational principles of spatial arrays and their engraving in the art of artificing."
