Three gates gradually rose.
Accompanied by a majestic shout, the tournament officially commenced.
A magnificent palace, wisps of azure smoke curling upwards.
Within the grand hall, a group of Taoists clad in azure vestment robes, wearing Yin Yang Crowns, their demeanor lofty and transcendent, gathered around a desk.
On the desk sat a sand table, roughly one foot in diameter.
Flames burned atop the sand table, with blistering magma suspending patches of land, upon which ant-sized human figures stood.
The scene before them was clearly the Three Gates Tournament.
Tap, tap, tap!
An elder Taoist in a mystic robe walked into the hall.
The elder exuded an eerie presence, with his azure robe adorned with dragon and phoenix motifs.
Everyone stood and cupped their hands in greeting as they saw him: "Greetings, Scripture Master!"
This elder was one of the Five Masters of the Mei Mountain Jungle, also the host of this tournament.
