By the time Mo Han entered the Healing Division hall, the lesson had already begun.
Rows upon rows of disciples sat in a semicircle of wooden benches carved into seven levels, stretching upward like the seats of an arena. The scent of herbs, oils, and ground roots filled the air, and dozens of small bowls and plates glimmered with colorful mixtures under the lantern light.
At the center stood Elder Park herself, tall and imposing, draped in a deep violet robe. Her veil of authority was unmistakable, and her sharp eyes carried a weight that silenced even the boldest disciples.
She was in the middle of demonstrating a solution—two jars of herbal liquids, one emerald green, one deep crimson, poured together into a shallow dish. The moment the liquids touched, a faint golden mist rose into the air.
