The one hundred and fifty applicants who had successfully passed the final trial were escorted deep into the sprawling, majestic interior of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. The towering stone corridors were lined with ancient armor and glowing spirit stones, radiating a heavy heritage that had stood for millennia.
Inside the grand assembly hall, the newly admitted disciples naturally began to organize themselves. Each noble family formed its own tight-knit, insular group, whispering in hushed tones as they maintained a unified, elitist front against any outsiders.
There were only four absolute exceptions to this rule.
