Early in the morning of early spring, when flowers bloomed and all things were awakening.
Atop a tiled-roof mountain, the scenery was picturesque with clear waters, lush mountains, and swirling clouds, truly a mystical sight to behold.
Amidst such heavenly surroundings, there was a Daoist sect that, even well after sunrise, showed no signs of life within its premises.
No one practiced Martial Arts in the courtyards, nor chanted Scriptures in the halls; even the Alchemy Room was without an attendant.
Where had everyone gone?
Nowhere, they were all tucked in their beds enjoying a lazy morning.
Why, you ask? Simple, because the founding Master had decreed—morning activity was inadvisable.
And how formidable those who Cultivate Immortality must be, because the founding Master, wise beyond his time by centuries, had concluded this scientifically-founded and nature-conforming maxim, passing it down as a rule of the sect.
