The sun's rays danced upon the courtyard of the outer sect, casting fleeting shadows as disciples went about their daily routines. Michael, clad in his unassuming robes, made his way through the bustling crowd, his footsteps light but purposeful.
Among the disciples, Li Feng, Michael's roommate, stood out like a festering sore of contempt. His narrowed eyes fixated on Michael, a sneer twisting his lips. Li Feng reveled in his disdain for those he considered beneath him, especially those lacking status or pedigree.
"Well, well, look who's crawled out of the gutter," Li Feng jeered, his voice dripping with malice. "A pathetic 1-star alchemist badge? Hah! You're still nothing but a worthless piece of shit, no matter what fancy title you flaunt."
