Mark closed the door immediately as soon as he saw the sword and heard those words. He wasn't tempted in the least.
"Not happening," he muttered.
He walked to the next door. This chamber held three disciples who bowed deeply, calling out, "Patriarch Lan! Please guide us. We need your wisdom!" Their eager faces held expectation and reverence.
Mark shut the door again.
A third door opened to reveal piles of glittering treasures, gold, elerium ingots, sparkling artifacts, wealth enough to buy a planet. By this time, he already understood the gist of this test. He didn't even step inside. The door was closed right away.
The fourth showed beautiful women sitting on silk cushions, smiling invitingly. They beckoned him softly, the scent of incense wafting out.
Mark closed that door too, faster than the others.
Fifth door. His former patriarch, Lan Yujin, was sitting on a throne, tapping his finger with annoyance. "Kneel," the illusion commanded. "Pay your respects properly."
