The wooden house stood proudly in the middle of the royal capital's bustling street, its walls carved from strong timber, polished by years of care yet carrying the weight of time. The faint fragrance of cedar drifted in the warm air, mixing with the distant aromas of roasted meat and fresh bread coming from nearby shops. A faint golden glow from the setting sun slanted across its surface, highlighting the large signboard hanging above the entrance. Bold characters were etched on it: Sect Administration Office
Shaurya stood at the front, his sharp gaze fixed on the building. Behind him were his three disciples—Xiao Rui, Lee Bie, and Zong Bu. All three stared at the office with curiosity, their expressions a mixture of awe and uncertainty.
Shaurya smirked. With a casual snap of his fingers, his entire appearance shifted. The black Italian tuxedo that wrapped his frame shimmered for a moment before vanishing, replaced by his flowing, traditional robe.
