As soon as the man left, Luna walked over to Elder Ling and whispered to the Elder. "So, if we did want to start an incident. . ."
"Don't even think about it. I enjoy my peaceful days, and you have already gotten into one Sect War. That is more than enough for a season." The Elder countered.
Luna looked confused for a second, then immensely sad. "You're saying we only get to do that once every three months? That is way too long. Did you get the timeline wrong? You meant once a month, right?"
Elder Ling just shook her head. "Mister Cain, I suggest that you teach your Disciples a sense of time. Sect wars aren't supposed to be a regular occurrence."
The kitchen Elder, who had come to see where Luna had gotten to in between batches of desserts, decided to explain to the rambunctious Cultivator in more detail.
