The Jade Mirror Temple's camp stood out compared to the others.
Their arrangement was immaculate, their tents a pristine white with soft silver embroidery glimmering faintly when the sunlight shifted. The atmosphere was serene, as if one had stepped into a sacred courtyard rather than a temporary camp.
Even the wooden palisade around their section looked polished and refined, lacking the rugged edges of hastily assembled defenses seen elsewhere.
But as soon as Han Yu entered, the difference from the Crimson Cloud Sect was clear. Where the Crimson Cloud disciples had practically embraced him as a brother with laughs and open hands, the Jade Mirror Temple disciples received him with cool glances and polite distance.
