Banners Before the Hunt
"So, Senior Brother, why did you call us here?" Shera roughly understood, but he still asked, wanting to hear Mike's specific thoughts.
The question lingered in the great hall after his voice faded.
Outside, mountain wind moved through old cypress branches, their shadows swaying over the stone courtyard like silent specters.
Inside, no one shifted.
No one broke the stillness.
All eyes rested on Mike.
The old Headmaster slowly exhaled, as though laying down hesitation with that breath.
Then he calmed down, put down his hands, and said, "I'm afraid the foot of the mountain is already a mess. We cultivators are blessed by the heavens and enjoy the providence of the world. We shouldn't sit back and watch.
"Back then, Guardian Elder Zeon once shouldered the heavy responsibility of the survival of the Eastern Wasteland's human race alone and blocked the myriad races from the Black Rift.
