Han Yu's first day as an Outer Disciple... was surprisingly peaceful.
Suspiciously peaceful.
He half-expected to be ambushed the moment he set foot into the Outer Disciple Hall to register. He even brought his broom — freshly cleaned and polished, just in case things got physical.
But nothing happened.
The disciples at the registration desk treated him with stiff, overly formal politeness.
The Outer Hall overseer, a stern-looking elder with graying hair, simply gave him a new identity token, a basic cultivation robe, the common cultivation technique of the Twin Leaf Peak Sect that pretty much everyone practiced and a set of Outer Disciple rules without even meeting his eyes.
Han Yu couldn't help but feel like a porcupine had walked into a den of wolves, and the wolves had all decided, "Nope. Not today."
