Kyrian closed the last book on advanced mineralogy. The light of the red crystals remained constant, but his body felt a slight fatigue from days of absolute mental immersion.
He stood up, his joints cracking lightly. It was time to leave that world of ink and books.
As he left the Blood Library, the silence of the library, which was protected by some formation, was broken by a distant but familiar sound.
The dry crack of Qi colliding, short shouts of effort, and the metallic sound of weapons training. The sound came from the Core Hall.
Kyrian stretched, a long stretch that made his muscles protest after so much time sitting.
Without hurry, he directed his steps toward the commotion.
Upon entering the vast courtyard, the scene that unfolded was one of intense activity. Dong Zhen, an imposing figure in red, observed from the side, arms crossed, while the five disciples he had taken in fought fiercely in a small arena.
