Knowledge was the light of wisdom, the fruit of life. But it was also a quagmire, a venom, a hankering thirst that could never be quenched. The Selfless Pavilion was named as such, not because they believed that the self was meaningless, or that they were sacrificial in nature, but rather in the belief that before knowledge, one could only leave the self behind in order to better document and store knowledge for all eternity, thus forming the 'Selfless' for abandoning oneself, and 'Pavilion' for the storing of knowledge.
Watching over this mountain, he had seen a great number of trial takers come and go. Those who confronted the questions would be confounded and often believe they were close, just a hint off of the correct answer. Over the course of centuries, they would come and go, trying again and again, only to realize the question had more layers and depth than they had ever thought, and realizing the answers they had spent a decade pondering were ultimately too shallow.
