A Quake

In the camps of the sects above the Kushao ruins, a group of disciples were heading to a tent.

"Elder, may we come in?" One of the disciples spoke.

"Enter," A voice was heard.

The three disciples lifted the flap of the tent and entered it. In there, they could see a relatively simple interior, with a bed, a table, a chair and a meditation pillow. An elder was currently sitting at the table and reading through a jade slip.

His eyes were closed, but his spirit sense was alert.

"What is it?" The elder asked, while keeping his eyes closed.

"Our progress has been steady and we are expecting to be able to enter the ruins by tonight." The leading disciple spoke.

Hearing this, the elder opened his eyes and gazed at the disciples.

"And the normal opening of the ruins?" the elder asked next.

"We think it might open tomorrow." A second disciple replied.