The private club on Beihai Mountain, controlled behind the scenes by the Spirit Sect, within a secret room.
The 63-year-old woman who ascended to the presidency of South Korea and ruled half of its realm with a woman's identity, sat respectfully behind a low table, cradling an exquisite porcelain cup in her hands.
She watched the tea leaves floating and spinning in the cup with utter focus, as if through the changing patterns of the leaves, she could see the endless illusions of the past, present, and future.
From memories unique to her own childhood to the future direction of the entire nation. From the turbulent changes in the world's political landscape over the next two or three decades to the imminent personal attacks and schemes against her...
It seemed as if she saw something, yet also as if she saw nothing. Mysterious and profound, it was irresistibly engaging.