The first light of dawn broke across the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the majestic courtyards of the Sanatan Flame Sect. The rays of the rising sun spilled across tiled roofs and ancient stone walls, making the sect shimmer with vitality. Birds chirped from distant groves, and the faint echo of training swords clashing in the distance carried the rhythm of life in the sect.
Before the freshly built Mission Hall, two disciples stood in silence, their heads tilted slightly as they admired the new structure.
Xiao Rui squinted at the building, his tone filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief.
"So, now we have a Mission Hall."
Beside him, Lee Bie folded his arms, a faint grin tugging at his lips.
"Yeah, it's crazy."
Their moment was interrupted as two more figures walked lazily toward them. Cheng Fang, tall and spirited, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, while Zong Bu dragged his feet, yawning as if he had carried the weight of ten sleepless nights.
