Five years later…
Night had fallen across the sect, with disciples trickling in after their training and missions to rest after an exhausting day. This was when pavilions would open, welcoming customers who were looking for a reprieve from their duties and wanted to enjoy a cup of rice wine with something hot and greasy to eat.
On this particular night, the Amethyst Cloud was open for business. A group of disciples took their seats, gazing at the menu the waitress had handed them.
"These chicken tenders with cheese powder sound good," a man with a low braided ponytail said.
"Oh? Then let's get an order of them alongside some beer," his companion chimed in.
A few minutes later, their order came in—crispy chicken still hot from the oil, garnished with dried parsley. Two full glasses of creamy beer sat before them—the man with the braided hair salivated at the sight.
