The sun was beginning to dip below the jagged horizon, casting long, crimson shadows across the mountain paths as Ethan made his return to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. By now, the rest of the one hundred and fifty newly admitted disciples had already fully installed themselves within their designated quarters, their expensive banners and personal belongings proudly displayed outside their doors.
As Ethan walked through the main thoroughfares of the outer sect residential district, a heavy silence blanketed the area. Dozens of noble heirs looked out from their balconies, their eyes instantly locking onto the two women walking closely behind him.
