The sunlight creeps across the temple floor. Rays of light seeming to be vines of light as they crawl up the temple, Filling each seemingly deserted room every few moments. It's light seeming to make the temple glow golden.

A voice is heard as it echoes throughout the temple of Balance. A female voice, Not loud nor distant. Just loud enough for the words to trail off and echo throughout the rooms of the large temple.

Dark Descendant remains kneeling form remaining almost motionless, Almost perfectly still as she remains in deep concentration at this stage, Her Daito at her side, Her head bowed. A scroll at her feet.

A statue remains positioned infront of her, That of a woman, A tall one with her head held high. A sword upon her back. And in the outstretched hands of the woman seems to be two scales.

The whole statue seems to be made out of a rich stone. And engraved in the stone a small paragraph of symbols gleamed slightly. If these were to be translated into english the riddle would read:-

'In dwelling holds fast to the land,
In governing holds fast to order,
In talking holds fast to truth,
In dealing holds fast to men,
In acting holds fast to opportunity,
In crafting holds fast to competence,
In feeling holds fast to the heart;'

Dark Descendant knew the meaning of this, As she had visited this temple many times before being granted such a thing as the Goddess of Balance. She had indeed thought about the Tao teachings and through these had been able to make sense of this riddle and the many other riddles that were scattered over the walls. Engraved deeply into the walls.

Her gaze flickered slightly, Gaze upon the scroll once more as she allowed more words to flow fluently from her mouth. Deep in concentration as she continued to speak, As if towards the statue itself.

'Qian..Xun, Kan...Gen..Kun..Zhen, Li, Dui...Shì de...dōu..' Her words are suddenly haulted as a noise reaches her ears. The sound seeming distant but seeming to be coming closer. She arched a brow.

Her gaze swiftly shifts away from the statue. Ocean blue orbs locking upon the doorway to the room as she hears footsteps, Seeming to be coming in the rooms' direction swiftly.

'Nĭ hăo?...Hello?' Her form moves to her feet swiftly, Hand coming to the tsuka of her blade, Palm tightening around it. Her eyes upon the doorway. Form now turned towards the direction of the door as she waits.

Indeed a form moves into the entrance of the temple room. Their form seeming to come to a hault as their eyes seem to transfix upon her form. Her being standing still. Eyes narrowed upon the mysterious person. A hand upon the tsuka of her Daito.

(O.O.C - This mysterious person can be anyone. So If you want to get involved then well...Go ahead.)