"Master, the logistics elder mentioned that all newly admitted disciples have the right to visit the Pavilion of Scriptures today," said Roy. He carefully stored his blank jade plaque into his belt. "We are permitted to select one basic martial skill to begin our official training. Would you like to go now?"
"It sounds acceptable," said Ethan. He adjusted the crisp sleeves of his deep blue dragon robes. "Let's go. I will accompany you."
The two of them walked out of the logistics hall, their identical white robes cutting a clean path through the winding, mountain-side corridors. The sun had completely vanished now, replaced by the soft, ethereal glow of spirit stones embedded into the ancient stone arches. The pathways were bustling with older disciples returning from their daily missions or martial training, their eyes sharp and calculating as they inspected the fresh batch of rookies.
