As six months slowly passed, Han Leu stepped out of seclusion after his enlightenment had fully settled, his aura now stable and much deeper than before. Without wasting time, he left the sect to gather news and carry out disciple recruitment ceremony of the year also.
During this time, Lin Xiaotian sat calmly within the hall, brewing tea as he waited, his movements unhurried and his expression steady. The quiet atmosphere remained undisturbed until suddenly the doors were pushed open with force, breaking the calm.
Han Leu stepped in quickly, and Lin Xiaotian was just about to gesture for him to sit when he noticed the worried look on his face. Before he could ask anything, Han Leu spoke first, his tone hurried yet controlled.
"Sect Master, I recruited thirty-eight disciples as per your orders, all without background and with above-average talent," he said. "The only issue is their cultivation is low due to lack of resources."
