Julian Cross approached me with reverence, his weathered hands carefully cradling an ornate wooden box. The scent of ancient wood and precious herbs filled the air as he opened it.
"Master Hayes, as promised, the hundred-year-old Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus," he said, his voice filled with respect.
Inside the box lay a pristine white flower, its petals seemingly carved from pure jade. The spiritual energy radiating from it was incredible. Even after a century, it maintained its perfect form and potent medicinal properties.
"Excellent quality," I said, examining the treasure. "This will be very useful."
"It's the least I can do after what you've done for me and my school," Julian replied earnestly. "My father spent years searching for this flower. He would be honored to know it's helping someone of your abilities."
