Gong Guo let out a long breath, sending his graying mustache swaying as memories faded away, and he was left once again in the dim light of his study. The Jade Tablet he held in his hands shook slightly as he remembered the ventures of a much younger and more reckless man. Within were all of the arts he had developed based on those insights, from the humble Ashen Shadow, to his own Eternal Ashen Yearning Art.
"Father, the Lord Marshal is here," his youngest son, Gong Da, said deferentially from the door of his study.
"And I shall not keep him waiting," Gong Guo, Patriarch of the Gong clan said as he turned. He had achieved the fourth realm, and even reached the cusp of the fifth, but he had balked at the sacrifice his Way demanded to go further. He could only hope that one of his descendants would refine the family's path to something less harsh. Perhaps his granddaughter, she was such a bright young girl. "Son, I shall be giving this over to you." He said gravely, holding out the tablet.
Gong Da's eyes widened as he gazed down at the slab of jade, it's surface a spiderweb of formations characters. "Father… The family archive? Why would you remove it from the vault? With so many of our soldiers away…"
"It's precisely for that reason that I want you to take it away," Gong Guo said, pressing the tablet into the boys hand. "I've no doubt that lord Chu will lead us to victory, but…" he shook his head, not able to maintain his normal smile. "Black Jade Mountain is gone."
"This will not be a battle without damage," the boy murmured, gingerly accepting the tablet.
He clapped his son on the shoulder. "Indeed, but homes and fields can be rebuilt, a family is a bit harder. You will go north, and shelter with the Luo son, Take as much of the household as you can manage."
"I will not betray your trust Father," his son replied, fervently bowing his head.
"I know," Gong Guo said with a touch of affection, striding past his bowing son. "Now, I'll need be off. I doubt Lord Chu will be late to his own war council after all!"