THEY RACED OUTSIDE to the grand hall, taking in the sights and sounds of the approaching disciples. The air was filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation as martial artists from various sects arrived, each with their own unique style and approach to combat. Zi Ling, Fu Tai, and Zi Yin were in awe as they took in the sights of the sect competition. Everything was so grand.
Zi Yin's heart pounded with a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. He had been preparing for this moment for months, and now it was finally here. He felt a sense of pride in his skills, but also a tinge of self-doubt as he looked at the formidable competition before him.
"Slow down," Shifu said trailing behind them, but his wrinkled with joy. "Don't go too far, we still need to regroup for the competition."
"Yes, Shifu!" They shouted but still ran off.
