Orion approached the elder with a sense of deference, bowing respectfully before him. "Elder Winston," he said, his voice respectful. "I have come to hand in my beast cores for the test."
"Elder Winston," he said, his voice respectful. "I have come to hand in my beast cores for the test."
The elder regarded him for a moment, his eyes studying Orion's face. He had seen many young cultivators like Orion over the years, and he knew that the forest could be a dangerous and unforgiving place.
"Ah, yes," he said, his voice deep and rumbling. "I have been expecting you. Let me see the cores."
Orion reached into his bag and pulled out the cores, placing them gently on the ground before the elder. Winston stooped down to examine them, his eyes scanning each one carefully.
Elder Winston scanned each beast core with a practiced eye, inspecting them for their quality and rarity. As he reached the last core, his eyes widened in surprise.
