In the fourth year, as the newly recruited monks graduated to a higher level of their discipleship, Yung Mai climbed up the stairs and joined in the ceremony.
He left the moment the ceremony ended. But as he reached the junction leading to the stairs, he stopped when a deep voice mentioned his name.
"Master Yung,"
When Yung turned, he saw the only boy who used to be close to Kai running toward him.
"Master," Jude said, stopped beside the man, and bent down, panting.
"Little one, how can I help you this time?" Yung Mai calmed his breath and softened his gaze at the boy.
"Sir, please, is it true he's dead?" Jude said, his face saddening.
Yung Mai's expression changed, forcing his calm breath to turn hastily, while his eyes closed by themselves.
"He's not dead like you know," Yung's expression kept on turning sharper, "…he's hibernating."
