Coldwind City:
Fang Family Estate, Phoenix Soul Pavilion
The air in the Phoenix Soul Pavilion thrummed with restrained power as the Fang Elders filed in, their robes whispering against polished jade floors.
Some wore expressions of distinct irritation while others wore an expression of acceptance.
Glowing sigils on the high ceiling cast shifting light over their stern faces.
Elder Ra slumped into his seat with a theatrical groan, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"Ugh! I just paid for the spirit stones for my slot in the Eastern Ravine cave," he grumbled, voice tight with frustration.
"Didn't even get to see my cave before the sudden call. Clan Head better reimburse me for this... disruption."
Elder Long, seated nearby, sniffed disdainfully.
His posture was rigid, chin held high. "Hmph. How ungrateful you are. Look at me," he retorted, smoothing his immaculate sleeve.
