Shaurya led the group down from the Main Hall terrace with one hand resting casually inside his coat pocket while the other moved occasionally as he spoke.
King Tian Long walked beside him calmly, the corners of his mouth still carrying traces of amusement from earlier, while Administrator Xu Wen and the others followed close behind with recording scrolls already opened.
The deeper they moved into the sect, the more the atmosphere changed.
It was not noisy.
Not chaotic.
But alive.
Disciples moved continuously through the stone pathways crossing the mountain grounds, some carrying manuals beneath their arms while others headed toward training areas with weapons resting across their shoulders.
No one wandered aimlessly. Every movement carried purpose, familiarity, routine.
The sect breathed like a functioning organism.
Xu Wen observed everything carefully.
The discipline.
The organization.
The spacing between structures.
