Mo Han walked with calm steps through the busy courtyard of the Eternal Night Mansion's Academy
At the counter, Elder Linga sat waiting. The old man had already prepared the discs.
"Ah, you've come," Elder Linga said, his long white beard swaying as he shuffled through a stack of circular crystals. "These are the ones I sorted out for you—flame attribute duels, elder rank cultivators, those with heavy use of swordsmanship. You'll learn more value from these than wasting your eyes on meaningless contests."
Mo Han bowed slightly. "I am grateful, Elder..." He slid forward a pouch of spirit stones, more than enough to cover the cost.
The old man chuckled. "Your hunger for knowledge is unusual for someone who entered this sect only days ago. But it is good—discipline, persistence, and observation are the pillars of growth."
Mo Han collected the discs and turned towards the private room.
