On my 407th year atop Wudan began a period of terrible nightmares. Scenes of death and destruction.
I did not sleep for 20 human years. Despite embarrassment, I sought the council of Master Po.
“Master. You teach me the hidden styles of Wudan, in a bid to make me a great warrior. Yet I can not sleep due to the sight of death, of destruction. I feel uneasy. I simply lie awake.”
He replied in a whisper: “You feel awake... alive, at the sight of battle, and you doubt your skills as a warrior?”
Such is the way of Wudan.