The morning sun continued its slow rise over Mystic Moon Peak, casting long, warm rays across the quiet courtyard.
Bai Zihan had just finished speaking with Lin Xuan and was thinking about what to do today when a ripple of Qi stirred the air.
Footsteps approached!
He turned casually toward the source.
A young man in the standard azure robes of an Inner Disciple stepped through the courtyard gate, stopping a respectful distance away.
He was thin, sharp-featured, and carried himself with a slight air of superiority, as though he were used to being obeyed.
"Bai Zihan!"
The disciple said, cupping his hands—though his tone lacked sincerity.
Well, knowing who he was speaking to, it would've been surprising if the disciple showed any real respect.
"The Head Disciple of Mystic Moon Peak has called for a meeting of all Inner Disciples at the Cloud Pavilion. I am here to inform you and request that you make haste."
Bai Zihan's brows lifted slightly.
"Oh?"
