The morning sun illuminated the central courtyard of the Sanatan Flame Sect, casting long shadows across the stone paving. A few disciples had already gathered around the training grounds, while others hurried towards their respective halls to begin their daily routines. The sounds of swords clashing and elders correcting their disciples echoed from the surrounding courtyards.
However, the atmosphere in the central courtyard was somewhat unusual.
Luo Chen stood in the middle of the open square, holding a broom in his right hand. His expression grew increasingly irritated with every sweep as he dragged the broom across the stone paving.
He pushed a small pile of dust towards the edge of the courtyard before stopping to look at the broom in his hand.
"I was just training the disciples. Why did Elder Liya punish me?" he muttered, his eyebrows drawing together. "Those little troublemakers were the ones who attacked me. How did I end up cleaning the courtyard?"
